What Begins as devotion becomes obsession-then terror. in a once-grand estate fading beneath dust and silence, a woman clings to the rituals that have defined her family for generations. Every morning, she walks the gallery, recitng names of those immortalized in oil and gilt, a lineage she must keep alive-fifteen portraits, fiteen lives, a lineage shemust keep alive.
This made me think about existentialism. It’s got a modern Edgar Allen Poe feel that kept me thinking about it all day. It’s refreshing and a great first book for the author.