| Synopsis: |
Let your writer take you first to a daffodil-filled garden in Highgate, North London. Here, fluttering just outside the kitchen window, hover our kehua - a shimmering flock of Maori spirits eavesdropping on the conversation within. Beverley may be close to ninety, but when her granddaughter announces her plans to leave home and husband for a glamorous actor, she's already considering how she can stir up a little trouble. And so are the kehua outside. Quite how these Maori ghosts arrived outside the kitchen window is the origin of your writer's tale. Suffice to say that everyone is haunted by the traumas of the past, that Beverley's female bloodline carries a weighty spiritual burden - and that murder is at the root of it all - |