Mary Grey had come from Canada to the land of her forebears: Northumberland. As she savored the ordered, spare wonderful thing about England’s northern fells, the silence used to be shattered by the shout of a single name: “Annabel!” And there stood one of the crucial angriest, so much threatening young men Mary had ever seen. His name used to be Connor Winslow, and Mary quickly came upon that he thought she used to be his cousin—a woman supposedly dead these past eight years. Alive, she would be heiress to an inheritance Connor used to be made up our minds to have for himself. This remarkably atmospheric novel is one among bestselling-creator Mary Stewart’s richest, so much tantalizing, and so much surprising efforts, proving her a unprecedented master of the genre.