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Buch (Softcover): Belletristik
Briar House
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Mercer Education Press Unsere-Artikel-Nr.: P34790366
EAN: 9798251811766
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Zustellung: Di, 18.08.2026
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Beschreibung
Some houses bury their secrets. Briar House buried the women who knew them. June Harrow swore she would never go back. She was a child the summer her mother walked into the grounds of Briar House and never walked out, and the family that owned the place made certain the questions stopped before they could start. Now the old woman who ruled that house is dead, and June has been summoned home for the funeral and for the reading of a will that names her when it never should. The terms are strange enough to feel like a trap. Stay through the night. Go into the sealed east wing and read the family records before dawn. Do that, and the house is hers. Refuse, and she leaves with nothing and never learns what became of the woman who raised her. So she stays. And the house begins, slowly, to tell on itself. Briar House does not give up its history willingly. The east wing is locked from the wrong side. The rooms run colder than the storm outside can explain. An old housekeeper who knew June's mother watches her from the edge of every doorway and answers only the questions she chooses to. Portraits seem to turn as she passes. And the deeper June reads into the family's neat and dreadful bookkeeping, the more the walls appear to lean in and listen, as if the house has been holding its breath for years and has only now decided to let it out. The Bell family built their money on a kindness. Unmarried girls were sent here to be hidden away. Infants were taken, moved, and quietly priced. Every cruelty was filed under a soft word and set down in a careful ledger, one clean line at a time. Mercy. Refuge. Home. The names on the doors were always gentle. Out past the garden, in the briar field where the thorns grow thickest and the ground has settled into the wrong shapes, the earth keeps an older and truer record of who came to Briar House and who never left it. June is not the only one who came back for the funeral. Somewhere in the black corridors, behind a veil of mourning lace, a figure is moving from room to room. One by one the Bells are dying, and each body is left arranged like a rite, posed and dressed and staged for whoever finds it next. The storm has torn out the roads. The telephone is dead. The lanterns are burning down to nothing. And it grows clear that the killer is not working from rage. The killer is working from a list. The truth about June's mother was written down. It always was. Someone simply drew a line through the entry and corrected the page. By the time June understands what the will was truly asking of her, the storm has sealed everyone inside together, and the line between the living and the recorded has begun to blur. The field is waking. A confession is being typed one slow letter at a time. And the last name still waiting to be corrected in the ledger may turn out to be her own. What waits inside Briar House:. A will that reads like a snare. A house that keeps its worst rooms locked from the inside. A field that will not stay quiet in the rain. And a family learning, far too late, that the ledgers they kept so neatly have been opened at last by someone who means to balance them. Briar House. is a slow-burn work of Southern-gothic horror about buried women, kept records, and the long patience of the ground. It is written for readers who suspect that the most frightening thing in a haunted house is not the ghost in the hall. It is the paperwork that made the ghost, signed in a steady hand and filed where no one was ever meant to look. Step through the funeral gate. Read to the bottom of the ledger. Try to reach morning. What the ground takes, the ground keeps. Until the rain grows tired of the secret. The house is not the only one of its kind. And the second house is already awake.