A sea captain passes through the forgotten port of Wych Ferry, and whiles away an hour relating his traveller’s tales to young Rosamund Euden. He tells her that the stars are different, if you sail far enough, that the horizon isn’t quite real, not when you get there; he speaks of sea serpents and whales, and mysterious islands.To an impressionable girl who has never left her home, the whales and strange stars of his stories come to symbolise the great outside world she longs to see. The sea captain moves on, unaware of the dramatic events he has set in action as Rosamund’s search for adventure leads her into a world of dangerous secrets in the marshlands of eighteenth century Kent.Torn between loyalty to her uncles, and her desire to discover what lies beyond the marshes, Rosamund seeks help from an unexpected source. But who can she really trust?
This breathtakingly beautiful, richly-woven novel is full of mystery, excitement and skulduggery building up to a gripping finale.
Published by Crooked Cat Books
Meet some of the Very Colourful Characters:
Burto Euden – ferryman at Wych Ferry. A solid, sanguine and unhurried fellow. Or, at least, he used to be.
Joss Euden – boatman of the Belle Isle. A man at one with his boat and the river. Until now.
Rosamund Euden – niece to Burto and Joss. A girl with a talent for eavesdropping.
Mrs Eliza Peckover – landlady, The Tradewinds Inn. A steady presence in Rosamund’s life.
Mr Antonius, Man of Business. A person not to be trifled with.
Mr Laurence Littlebourne, Gentleman. A man with a problem.
‘I really enjoyed this very different read… It’s a fascinating story filled with interesting characters.’
‘The sense of place is perfectly captured, and the writing just dances off the page. Highly recommended.’
‘I loved the way in which the author made the period and the setting come so alive in this book.’
‘Combining history with fantasy the lyrical prose flows across the pages. The plot ripples and twists just as a river eddies.’
‘It’s quite a unique type of book that meanders along like the ebb and flow of the river tides.’