“It’s rare when a book carries me so deep inside its world that I forget I’m reading. Buy this book. Now. You’ll absolutely love it.”–JAMES L. RUBART, Christy Hall of Fame author
The voices of the past cannot stay silent forever.
In 1910 Michigan, Perliett Van Hilton is a self-proclaimed rural healer, leaving the local doctor convinced she practices quackery. It doesn’t help that her mother is a spiritualist who regularly offers her services to connect the living with their dearly departed. But when Perliett is targeted by a superstitious killer, she must rely on both the local doctor and an intriguing newcomer for assistance.
In the present day, Molly Wasziak’s life has not gone the way she dreamed. Facing depression after several miscarriages, Molly is adapting to her husband’s purchase of a peculiar old farm. A search for a family tree pulls Molly deep into a century-old murder case and a web of deception, all made more mysterious by the disturbing shadows and sounds inside the farmhouse.
Perliett fights for her life, and Molly seeks renewed purpose for hers as she uncovers the records of the dead. Will their voices be heard, or will time forever silence their truths?
“A tale of intoxicating menace, eerie elegance, and satisfying suspense.”—BOOKLIST starred review of The Souls of Lost Lake
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From: Rebecca Maney
Book Title: The Premonition at Withers Farm Book Author: Jaime Jo Wright What do you like about this book:
"When death came to visit, no one ever prepared tea and cookies."
"Perliett Van Hilton's mother, a spiritualist in the rural farming community of Kilbourn, Michigan was frequently in demand following the "death", "departing" . . . . "murder" of a loved one, but after Eunice Withers' body was found bludgeoned to death in the family's cornfield, interest in communicating with the spirits of those who had stepped over to the other side took a decided uptick. Perliett on the other hand wasn't quite sure of her mother's abilities to communicate with the dead and deemed herself to be a healer of the living, incessantly butting heads with the local physician, George Wasziak, who sternly warned Perliett that just because she carried around an old apothecary box didn't mean that she could save anyone. . . . apparently even herself, for it soon became apparent that the killer had turned his attention on Perliett.
Decades later Molly Wasziak and her husband Trent purchase a beautiful, but aging farm property, hoping to fulfill their dreams, or possibly to restore the ones that had already been destroyed. Sadly, Molly's depression following multiple miscarriages had become nearly debilitating. It wasn't long before the dilapidated old farm seemed to come alive, even in its state of disrepair. From the basement made of broken tomb stones to the strange sounds and visions that Molly was hearing and seeing, Molly sensed that her new surroundings were trying to communicate with her in some way. And then the unthinkable happens; a young woman is found murdered along the edge of their road. What kind of history was trying to repeat itself in this place?
If I didn't have complete and utter trust in this author's ability to weave a hair raising tale with a faith filled conclusion, I might have lifted not one, but two eyebrows as this story began to unfold. All the questions. So many questions. Ones that most of us have asked ourselves at one point or another but never voiced. Indeed, what a fragile barrier exists between what is seen and what is not seen, yet only God resides in both life and death, the author of truth, the finisher of our faith. . . . . we grieve, yet not without hope, even though there will always be things that we cannot explain or fully understand. What a fabulous, fascinating story!
"Truth was valuable and not to be trifled with."