The secluded old house on the edge of town, shrouded by ancient oaks and Spanish moss, seems the perfect place for Honor Nightingale to make a fresh start, to find the peace she's never known. But then the voices start, voices from somewhere beyond the edge of reason, whispering of unspeakable horrors, in the past and yet to come.
One man and one man alone believes her nightmare is real - her enigmatic neighbor Ian McLaren. Strange and compelling, he has clearly seen far too much of the dark side, and it has marked him forever. And yet she finds herself hungering for him, even as the voices - and her fragile heart - murmur to her to flee his touch . . .