“So much has happened here, and it doesn’t sit well, under all this stone. Old things. Old beliefs. Can’t you sense them? Does it all just disperse? Or does it linger for the careful eye to see, and the trained ear to hear? There is power beneath these flagstones. You mark my words.” Professor Eliot Coldwell
Has the darkness returned to Scotland’s oldest university town? Is the time of witchcraft and ritual murder here again? Such questions need to be asked, because on the ancient streets of St Andrews, old words are being whispered by unseen mouths, and strange shadows have been seen amongst the ruins. Young men and women plagued by night terrors are vanishing from their beds and body parts have been washed ashore. Could this be a prelude to the Day of Wrath prophecy, a vengeful proclamation made by a witch as she burned at the stake, four hundred years before, in a chapter of the town’s bloody history marked by superstition, occult magic and persecution?
This is certainly not a place for outsiders, especially at night. So what chance do a rootless musician and burnt-out explorer have of surviving their entanglement with an ageless supernatural evil and the ruthless cult that worships it?
This chilling occult thriller is both an homage to the great age of British ghost stories and a pacy modern tale of diabolism and witchcraft.