The lights on Callow Ridge aren’t ghosts. They’re doors.Quilt shop owner Del Harlow has spent twelve years not looking at the ridge, ever since her mother walked up it and never came back. She has a shop to run and a six-toed cat to feed, and the Apple Butter Festival is about to bring the whole county up the mountain.Then she opens her workroom door before dawn and finds a dead man on her cutting table, wrapped in a hand-stitched Drunkard’s Path quilt.Del has never seen him before. But the label sewn into the quilt is torn halfway through: For Del, from… And it’s written in her mother’s handwriting.Del is a hedge witch, and cloth remembers. But what this quilt shows her makes no sense: a cold November rain in the middle of October, and a voice she knows but can’t place. The stubborn sheriff has her down as a person of interest. Her old flame, now the town deputy, wants her to stay out of it. And a tall, tea-obsessed stranger with a black case full of instruments seems to know exactly what came through the Crossroads the night of the murder.To clear her name, Del will have to follow the pattern her mother left her, one curved seam at a time. And in Lantern Hollow, the path to the truth never runs straight.A complete mystery with a satisfying solution, a cozy small-town cast, pie, and a cat who knows more than she lets on. Book One of the Lantern Hollow Mysteries. Read more
