About the book: 2006 / ...The first thing I did was feel a terrible cold penetrating every cell of my body. The cutting pain in my wrists and ankles was explained by some kind of bonds that I could not see, since I was lying face down. It was dark all around. The wind screamed overhead, and white flakes hovered around. I was lying in some building, spread out on the remains of a wooden parquet floor, partly destroyed by the elements. Wherever it was, the draft and snow told me there was no roof. There are no signs that there are people here. I can't hear anything. Not a breath. No steps. No talking. I rolled onto my side. But no one came to the noise... The death of a professor at King's College turns out to be the first link in a series of events that has its origins in the distant past. What secret do the ruins on the island hold—a secret for which someone is willing to kill? While investigating a murder, Alexandra Cooper has no idea that with every step she is getting closer to a trap.…