The Twisted Tree — Lynn Benedict

"There is no death!"

It was the third time that Eve Matthews had come across those eerie and puzzling words. Her father had spoken them right before he died. And when she first arrived at Enniscare, an old woman had suddenly appeared from behind a twisted pepper tree and used the same phrase. Now, sitting in her bedroom in the old Victorian house, Eve opened a book of poems and every one of them echoed that familiar theme: "There is no death..."