Larissa is brought by her new husband, Julian Synclair, to Peregrine House for their honeymoon, but nothing but doom and gloom welcome her. Julian has apparently married her for her money; when he finds she has none, he is too annoyed even to consummate--and though she loves him dearly, she is too proud to let him see it. His vicious mother and tiresome siblings have their claws Out for her. And someone is trying to murder her or at least drive her loco. . . what is that weird light shining behind the eyes of the old nursery rocking horse, etc.? Julian, who gossip says defenestrated his first wife, is the prime suspect, and Larissa's own parentage is so flagrantly mysterious that it too cries out for unmasking. Yes, murder will out, families be revealed and reunited, true love find a way, and every dog, including Julian's hound Berus, have his day in this all too expectable Gothic.