It was a seascape, moody with rocks and cliffs and wild showers of spray. Ellieโs own reflection was drawn into it, like a ghost image among the lights and shadows.
โThatโs our island,โ Morag said.
โIt looks mysterious.โ
โIt is. Thatโs where weโre going tomorrow.โ
Ellie is excited to be going with Moragโs family to their beautiful island, but when she finds herself abandoned there, things begin to change. Footsteps, shadows, strange lights, a haunting song; more and more she becomes aware that she is not really on her own.
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