The Dark at the Threshold is a supernatural thriller set in rural France. A young couple discover their dream home but as they start renovations, they realise they are not alone. Gradually, an ancient force stirs in its honeycomb world, a force that has been dormant for half a millennium but now awakens to face its old adversary.
Set between 1468 and the present day, it is a magnificent page-turner combining nail-biting action, romance, fascinating history, gorgeous scenery and incredible food. Not only a fight between good and evil, it is also a love story and unbreakable bonds lasting through centuries.
Chillingly realistic, it draws on the author’s own personal experience with the spirit world during her work as a medium spanning over forty years.
And somewhere beneath the honeycomb layers that separate our world from the darkness, something began to stir. It started slowly, a slight movement, a languid awareness that something was changing. Gradually the Dark came awake as if emerging from a deep sleep, one that had lasted over half a milenium. It gradually opened its eyes, yawned and stretched a bit and sniffed the air like a hound on the scent of its quarry. There was a crack of light in that underground world and the Dark eagerly responded. It was time to get back into the world. The portal had been opened and the Dark was ready to go through.
The Dark at the Threshold is a supernatural thriller set in rural France. A young couple discover their dream home but as they start renovations, they realise they are not alone. Gradually, an ancient force stirs in its honeycomb world, a force that has been dormant for half a millennium but now awakens to face its old adversary.
Set between 1468 and the present day, it is a magnificent page-turner combining nail-biting action, romance, fascinating history, gorgeous scenery and incredible food. Not only a fight between good and evil, it is also a love story and unbreakable bonds lasting through centuries.
Chillingly realistic, it draws on the author’s own personal experience with the spirit world during her work as a medium spanning over forty years.
And somewhere beneath the honeycomb layers that separate our world from the darkness, something began to stir. It started slowly, a slight movement, a languid awareness that something was changing. Gradually the Dark came awake as if emerging from a deep sleep, one that had lasted over half a milenium. It gradually opened its eyes, yawned and stretched a bit and sniffed the air like a hound on the scent of its quarry. There was a crack of light in that underground world and the Dark eagerly responded. It was time to get back into the world. The portal had been opened and the Dark was ready to go through.
