<p><b>'Deliciously chilly' <i>Guardian</i></b><br><b>'Humming with suppressed hysteria and madness' <i>The Times</i></b><br><b>'Wonderfully evocative' <i>Heat</i></b><br><i><br> Hare House is not its real name, of course. I have, if you will forgive me, kept names to a minimum here, for reasons that will become understandable . . .</i><br><br> In the first brisk days of autumn, a woman arrives in Scotland having left her job at an all-girls school in London in mysterious circumstances. Moving into a cottage on the remote estate of Hare House, she begins to explore her new home – a patchwork of hills, moorland and forest. But among the tiny roads, dykes and scattered houses, something more sinister lurks: local tales of witchcraft, clay figures and young men sent mad.<br><br> Striking up a friendship with her landlord, Gr
