"He, who killed me with his smile, had to die..."
It was only a book, after all. A fat, old-fashioned-looking book, tucked away in the library of the Cornish hotel where Kirsty was hiding from her husband and all the violence and horror of her old life. The book seemed to offer her an escape, a new start, a different life for her and her children. For surely Kirsty deserved better - money, a decent house, security and friendship - and the book suddenly, miraculously, promised to give her all these things. Kirsty knew what had to be done, but she had to have help, and with her new-found friends at the hotel she had all the help she needed.
But slowly, insidiously, things started to go horribly wrong. The book seemed to take over all their lives, influencing their behaviour and leading them down bleak and terrible roads. Kirsty's past began to catch up with her, until she had to confront the worst of her fears in the darkness.
