It’s the oldest bookshop in a town full of bookshops; rambling and disordered, full of treasures if you look hard. Jude found one of the treasures when she visited last summer, the high point of a miserable vacation. Now, in the depths of winter, when she has to run away, Lowell’s chaotic bookshop in that backwater of a town is the safe place she runs to . . .
The Lanark Moor is a bleak spot, even for Scotland, and at the tail end of a hard winter, a sojourn there is no one's idea of fun. But since the break-out from an insane asylum on Christmas Eve and the fire at the nearby convent while the inmates were at large, trouble has haunted the moor - not to mention the cloisters - and something needs to be done.