It’s summer. Rebecca is an unwilling visitor to Winterfold – taken from the buzz of London and her friends and what she thinks is the start of a promising romance.
Ferelith already lives in Winterfold – it’s a place that doesn’t like to let you go, and she knows it inside out – the beach, the crumbling cliff paths, the village streets, the woods, the deserted churches and ruined graveyards, year by year being swallowed by the sea.
Against her better judgement, Rebecca and Ferelith become friends, and during that long, hot, claustrophobic summer they discover more about each other and about Winterfold than either of them really want to, uncovering frightening secrets that would be best left long forgotten.
Interwoven with Rebecca and Ferelith’s stories is that of the seventeenth century Rector and Dr Barrieux, master of Winterfold Hall, whose bizarre and bloody experiments into the after-life might make angels weep, and the devil crow.
— Publisher’s Blurb
In his last novel, Marcus Sedgwick made you shiver with a brilliant depiction of the Arctic cold. With his latest: White Crow, he’ll make you shiver all over again, but this time, this it’s the cold stab of dread, that’ll be causing the shuddering.
The stifling, closeness that comes with heat of summer and which is such an oppressive feature in the story, does nothing to quell the chills Sedgwick manages to conjure. I don’t want to give away any spoilers, but as it’s clear there is something not quite right with Ferelith, right from when we first meet her, and I think I can get away with revealing she is one creepy piece-of-work! *shudders* and yet such a treat to read!
I know I say this every time I review one of his books, but Sedgwick is a master at building layers of atmosphere, if it’s warm, you feel warm, it’s cold you feel cold, and if it’s creepy, you damn well, will be creeped out! 😉
This one get’s a definite recommendation from me!