Anna believes passionately in truth and love, but she doesn't seem to know who can be trusted nor whether her enemies are real.
According to her mother, Anna’s love-life is a One-Way Ticket to Hell-Fire and the Eternal Wrath of Jehovah God, but she sees herself as a serial monogamist just looking for someone tasty who won’t let her down. When the latest bloke turns out to be a two-timing disaster, she flees her university to get away from him.
A new job researching river pollution takes her to a part of England where people have deep roots and long memories. Some are still bitter about 1867, when a girl was hanged and the ancient feminist Frigg cult went under ground. A few know how the Vicar vanished some years later.
Oblivious to the history, Anna finds handsome loner Stephen. Getting off with him takes a bit of nerve but the sex is great and he’s thoughtful and reassuring.
So why does she have such terrifying dreams?
Do the walls really hold hidden cameras?
And will the Women’s Institute ever get its act together?