Jane Austen is enjoying August, 1806, among Derbyshire's
craggy peaks, sparkling streams, and cavernous gorges.
That is, until she discovers the corpse of a young
gentleman whose blond curls and delicate features suggest
the face of an angel.
More shocking still is the
coroner's revelation: the deceased is no man but a
maidservant â€” clad in the garb of her master, Mr. Charles
Danforth of Penfolds Hall. Tess Arnold had ruled the
stillroom at Penfolds for many years â€” until she was
labeled a witch and dismissed for indiscretion. Was Tess
the prey of a madman loose in the hills, or perchance the
cast-off impediment to a gentleman's marriage?
usual, Jane's acute perception and her nose for trouble
place her supremely at risk â€” from a killer who may strike
as violently by day as he once did by night....