Mistress of the Moor — Abigail Clements

I need you now. I need you here at Goathlands. Because of the nature of my present research I can only go to a person in whom I have complete and absolute trust. Details I cannot give you until I know for certain that you will accept. It will require the greatest trust -- and the greatest temptations. You would arrive in York in time to catch the four p.m. train. A carriage will be waiting for you. I shall be waiting, too.

There was something else waiting for Emma Waldron. Terror. From the moment young Emma received the mysterious message from her Uncle Josh, her life took a swift and horrifying turn. The comfort she had once found at Goathlands was gone. In its place were shadows and darkness. Goathlands had become her enemy...her mortal enemy.