...First of all, I felt 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? Investigating the murder, Alexandra Cooper does not suspect that with every step she is getting closer to a trap...