‘One day there was a message from my dead grandmother. I knew the crack and clack in her voice, and I passed what she said on to her daughter, my mother.'A gripping novel based on the true tale of an old woman's conscience. Left a fortune by her husband's invention of the Winchester Rifle, Sarah is visited by the deaths of people who have been shot.Mired in her grief following the death of her husband and child, Mrs Sarah Winchester, heiress to the Winchester Repeating Arms Company, visits a fortune teller. She receives no solace, only confirmation of her family's wrong-doing, and so goes west. There, room by room, she builds a house and provides for the dead: those killed by the Winchester rifle, each with a bloody and violent story to tell.Every day Sarah Winchester is faced with new challenges; from the harshness of her environment to her own failing health and everywhere she goes she is followed by the clamour of voices – the members of the Winchester Gun Club.

‘One day there was a message from my dead grandmother. I knew the crack and clack in her voice, and I passed what she said on to her daughter, my mother.'A gripping novel based on the true tale of an old woman's conscience. Left a fortune by her husband's invention of the Winchester Rifle, Sarah is visited by the deaths of people who have been shot.Mired in her grief following the death of her husband and child, Mrs Sarah Winchester, heiress to the Winchester Repeating Arms Company, visits a fortune teller. She receives no solace, only confirmation of her family's wrong-doing, and so goes west. There, room by room, she builds a house and provides for the dead: those killed by the Winchester rifle, each with a bloody and violent story to tell.Every day Sarah Winchester is faced with new challenges; from the harshness of her environment to her own failing health and everywhere she goes she is followed by the clamour of voices – the members of the Winchester Gun Club.