As is sometimes pointed out to me, and as I freely acknowledge, there are certain themes that have repeated themselves in several of my books; one of them being the importance of a big, old, mysterious house as the setting, and sometimes almost as a character in the story. It’s true. I confess. Of my forty-some books I can think of quite a few in which a big, old house plays an important role.
Why? I can’t really say, except that in my real unfictionalized life, I’ve always been fascinated by big, old houses. In fact, I’ve lived in a couple. However, I’ve recently decided that enough is enough. I would allow myself just one more big, old house. And that’s it!
So here it is. The biggest, oldest, and most mysterious house of all. In fact, the big, old house story to end all big, old house stories. It’s a promise.