“I think if ever there were a promising premise upon which to build a best seller and a wonderful movie, that theme would be two beautiful but eccentric sisters living alone in a gaunt sea-girt manor on the shores of sometimes stormy Long Island.
Lydia is the elder of the sisters. Emily is the younger. Conners has wrought an impressive…frightening thriller that to be called Gothic would need only transporting across the North Atlantic to Scotland.
Lydia and Emily Morrow are rich, beautiful, single and desirable. But they live on the edge of murder. Perhaps in the heart of murder. The sprawling, shabby yet still genteel mansion shelters them from the wind and rain and fog but not from the specter of the grim circumstances surrounding them since the tragic death of their father.
Lydia is an amateur ornithologist who monograms sweaters and wears most of the right things. Emily is competitive, a star tennis player and a novelist seeking to break in her work. Emily has two suitors. Richard Fox, her would-be publisher. Steve Sawyer, a New York physician. Sawyer once courted Lydia. The strange pair of young women blend with the staid, evil, ever-widening cauldron cooking on Long Island.
Mysterious, arcane, possessive.”