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On a sweltering day in Florence, art student and newlywed Mary Warren wandered into a shady tunnel of trees. Within minutes, she was brutally attacked and her husband murdered. And within months the killer was identified, caught, and dead. It’s now two years later, and Mary has returned to Florence at the invitation of her lover—a relationship that predates what she insists on calling the “accident.” Crumbling and beautiful, Florence is eternally compelling. But more and more, what Mary sees is not the glories of the city, but its dark underside—specifically, one dead young woman after another. She also can’t help seeing a terrifying pattern: Either this is a copycat killer, or her husband’s murderer is still on the loose.
“Without so much as a motion or a sound, Marina and I are weaving words. We are sliding them along the bar of light from the hall that filters under the door. We are sending phrases, paragraphs, laughter, faster and faster, like flights of moths across the dark space of the room. Braiding the strands of our secret cocoon, we are nightspinning.”
Growing up in rural Georgia, Susannah and her twin sister, Marina, silently communicated in a secret language they called “nightspinning.” But as they grew older, Susannah tired of having a doppelgänger, particularly one who could read her every thought. After college, when their mother died, Susannah made her escape.
Years later, now an up-and-coming restaurant designer living in a handsome Philadelphia brownstone, Susannah has left the past safely behind her. But in doing so, she’s also left Marina behind, and this betrayal fills her with guilt. Then Marina…[more]