In a small town in the North that everyone forgets, nothing of consequence ever happens. Not even on Sundays.
And yet, in the dark, starlit rain, the smallest spark of magic began to breathe...
That was the night Amy Synnendor fell.
So begins a story of forgotten things; of ghosts in the walls and tangled city streets, of the children that time abandoned, of fragile histories hidden in dust. A story of dreams and secrets.
But even then the world keeps its secrets well. And sometimes – sometimes those secrets are better left undiscovered.
A black house burns in the moonlight. One door leads to a hundred others. Something wanders through the dark.
And it's a long way home.