About this book
The tide brings everything back to Harrow Rock. Everything. Harrow Rock Light has been officially dark for seventeen years. So why is it burning? Lighthouse engineer June Callahan is sent to survey the decommissioned station before its demolition sale: a black tower on a rock a mile off the fishing village of Harrow Port — automated, extinguished, empty. Except it is not empty. The lamp burns at full power. The generator is fueled and serviced. And the keepers' logbooks run unbroken from 1893 to a week that has not happened yet — entries written in advance, in a hand June knows better than her own: her sister's. Nora Callahan drowned off this rock twelve years ago. June never believed it. Strong swimmers do not drown on calm, bright nights, and the dead do not fold their life jackets neatly on the rocks. The village will not talk. The boat captain who ferries June out watches her with the guilt of a man keeping someone else's secret. And the logbook has already written the wreck that comes on Wednesday, the storm that comes on Friday, and the night they come to put the light out for good. A standalone gothic folk-horror of sisters, silence, and a light that will not die.