Evangeline Snow and her family moved to York, England, to a house that deserves to be turned into a museum. A house that lived through the murders of Jack the Ripper to Harold Shipman to Ted Bundy.
A Victorian house with floors that screech, dog-eared wallpaper, furniture that changed color because of age, narrow hallways that suffocate, mirrors that tell stories, rain droplets on the railings, to an attic that carries more than just clutter. The furniture grew eyes, the still shadows cast monsters that stretch to reach her.
This house is a wonder as to how it didn't fall apart because of the mysteries it held and all the things it bore witness to.
She's not happy with the move, she reads to escape, only she found a far more interesting book to read; a lunar-eyed boy she had seen at the bookstore.
Arthur Wood appears to be the one who is her getaway, all while running away from a past that is too grey to come to terms with. One that left him a divine butterfly with no wings. provided by the author.