Notes
The town of Rotherweird has been independent from the rest of England for four hundred years, to protect a deadly secret. Sir Veronal Slickstone is dead, his bid to exploit the secret consigned to dust, leaving Rotherweird to resume its abnormal normality after the travails of summer but someone is playing a very long game. Disturbing omens multiply: a funeral delivers a cryptic warning; an ancient portrait specks; the Herald disappears and democracy threatens the uneasy covenant between town and countryside. Geryon Wynter's intricate plot, centuries in the making, is on the move. Everything points to one objective: the resurrection of Rotherweird's dark Elizabethian past and to one dadt: the Winter Equinox.
