Sanctuary - an extract

Chapter One

The ghost of Henrietta Casswell (died in childbirth, 1781, within these very walls) floats by as I'm setting the table for dinner.

My mouth feels dry and I swallow before I speak. I can speak much more easily when there are only ghosts around than I can to living people, but it's still not easy.

“Good morning Henrietta,” I say, trying to remember which spoon goes closest to the plate. “Do you want to join us for dinner?”

By the time I've got the words out, she's already halfway...