Fifteen years ago, I ran away from Whisper Hollow, Washington, a small town on Lake Crescent in the Olympic Peninsula. But truth is, if you were born here, you can never really leave. I’m Kerris Fellwater, and I’m a spirit shaman. It’s my responsibility to drive the dead back to their graves, because around Whisper Hollow, people—and secrets—don’t always stay buried.
My best friend Peggin finds herself under a curse after she is almost taken by the Lady of the Lake, and the Unliving are determined to drag her back to the hungry waters. As Bryan—my guardian and mate—and I work to break the hex, we uncover a dark and violent mystery from the past. One the Hounds of Cú Chulainn will do anything to guard—even if they must summon a legion of the dead to destroy Whisper Hollow.
I have had the pleasure of making the acquaintance of part two of the Whisper Hallow series. It was just as exciting as the first; by exciting I mean intensely terrifying. I have a problem with ghost and spirits and never quite remember that until I am in the middle of a book I now cannot put down. Let me say that judging by the chills I have running down my arms and up my back when I read, Ms Galenorn has captured the spirit *bah dun tss* of the novel.
Thank goodness for Kerris (I love her name!), Byran and Ellia and the work they do. I love the description of Whisper Hallow. It is a town I would love to visit and/or live; minus the spirits of course. A quaint small town that looks after their own and where people live forever; sometimes literally.