Mary Stewart's extraordinary novel of love, loss and redemption and a beloved romantic mystery - featuring an unforgettable heroine who may not be all that she seems...
The ivy had reached for the tree and only the tree's upper branches managed to thrust the young gold leaves of early summer through the strangling curtain. Eventually the ivy would kill it . . .
Whitescar is a beautiful old house and farm situated in Roman Wall country. It will make a rich inheritance for its heirs, but in order to secure it, they enlist the help of a young woman named Mary who bears remarkable resemblance to missing Whitescar heiress, Annabel Winslow. Their deception will spark a powder-keg of ambition, obsession and long-dead love.
'Opens with the impact of a rife repot on a calm summer's day and drives to its climax of action with compelling urgency' Daily Express
'A comfortable chair and a Mary Stewart: total heaven. I'd rather read her than most other authors.' Harriet Evans
