The face was yellowish - brass. The long, kind, sickly features were gone. Ossian saw jagged mask holes where no light shone, and brass lips rounded as if to speak his name. "Ossian!" it shouted. "Ossian! Ossian! Ossian!" When Ossian reluctantly returns to Lychfont House with his artist father, he begins questioning the reality of childhood memories and wondering why the place seems to hold such power over him. One thing he is sure of - the ghosts are still haunting him. Another fantastically creepy thriller from Charles Butler that will keep readers spellbound to the last page.