6/21/2023 0 Comments The winterhouse mysteriesWho would have tied this out here in the middle of nowhere? Elizabeth thought. There were no houses in sight, only stands of wintry fir and alder and, far to the east, high mountains beneath a graying sky. She turned to look at the snow-covered valley in which she’d paused. Her breath came in puffy clouds, and the sweat on her brow chilled as she considered that she’d never before come quite this far on the trail when she’d gone out skiing. She tugged at it with her gloved hand the knot was strong. A red kerchief-the only burst of color in the otherwise vast whiteness through which the trail wound-was fixed to the limb of a tree.Įlizabeth came to a stop and examined the cloth, which was frayed and appeared to have been on the branch for some time. Now, however, as she eased into a slowing glide on her cross-country skis, her attention was caught. She’d been about to return to Winterhouse, not only because Norbridge, her grandfather, had asked her to be gone no longer than two hours, but because the afternoon sky was darkening with clouds and she hadn’t yet even touched her weekend homework. On a frozen Saturday in mid-March, Elizabeth Somers was skiing alone when she noticed a crimson cloth tied to an alder branch on the trail ahead. CHAPTER 1 AN UNSETTLING DISCOVERY NEAR THE EAST RANGE
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