There was someone in the field.
Fiona stopped dead when she saw the figure. It was a woman, small and slight - a girl, perhaps. She wore a black dress that was long and heavy, a costume from a bygone era. She faced away, looking off at nothing over the field, utterly still.
Finally, after having read so many mediocre books out of this genre over the last couple of years, this book definitely deserves to be called gothic. I´m really enjoying this read so far and even the dual timelines work for me splendidly in this novel.