Prologue
Resurrection
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It was in spring, when living things were pushing greenfingers up through the earth like a resurrection (and dead things were doing much the same in Chapter Sixteen ofLover, Come Back to Me), that three catastrophic things happened in quick succession: Max’s wife died, my sister, Jane, came to stay, and the vicar sold me as a slave.
You don’t think any of these night-moth harbingers of chaos sound that bad?
Maybe you’re right, and perhaps it reallyshouldn’thave surprised me that Max’s wife, Rosemary, came back to haunt the ghoul who’d waited to step into her shoes for over twenty years.
Then there was my sweet twin sister, the Three Horsewomen of the Apocalypse in one person. While dear Jane’s presence was always as welcome to me as a wart, she didn’t usually stay. This time she broughtluggage.
Even the vicar’s annual charity slaveauction took a turn for the worse, when Dante Chase, who was far scarier than anything I’ve ever written into a novel, paid so much for my services I feared (or should that behoped?) that he expected somewhat more than a fortune-reading and a little light dusting.
But I suppose things really first started to unravel long, long before that, when Max left for a sabbatical year at a Californianuniversity, taking Rosemary with him …