'The floor groaned as my uninvited guest stepped inside. With him came a gust of cold air and the smell of the river. I saw a shadow pass my doorway. A big, black mass that had no shape, no definition. Yet I sensed his glance towards me . . . Then his footsteps carried him on, moving towards the back of the cottage, into silence.'
Kate O'Hara rents an old stone cottage on the banks of a Tasmanian river to try to get some peace after the death of her husband, and to plan her future. But there are mysterious footsteps in the night. The soft splash of oars on the river. An old picture of a boatman hanging on the cottage wall. And a rent in the fabric of time itself . . .
