Tenebrous

Some houses were built to imprison, not to shelter.When twenty-six-year-old Jillian Duport returns to her grandparents' Second Empire Victorian in rural Pennsylvania, she tells herself she's simply reclaiming her inheritance. She is brilliant, self-destructive, darkly funny, and incandescent with grief-the granddaughter of a man whose reputation was destroyed and never restored, the daughter of a woman whose love was tempestuous, and the heir to a festering silence.The house on the ridge has other plans for her.Jillian endured a mother whose rage could shatter a piano and a grandmother whose love always came with conditions. Diagnosed with borderline personality disorder, she is brilliant, self-destructive, deeply funny, and incandescent with grief. Jillian has hired an investigator to track down the psychiatrist who fled town in 1981-the man who might finally clear her infamous grandfather's name. She also tells herself she's come home for reasons that have nothing to do with Ben Callahan, the man from Philadelphia who loves her anyway. She's wrong about that too.Jillian has come to redeem her grandfather's tarnished name. She has come to elude Ben Callahan, the man she abandoned four months ago, even as he shared her trauma, even as she reaches out to him again. She is wrong about what she'll find, and wrong about Ben, and wrong about whether the house will sink its claws into her flesh.Tenebrous is a literary descent into generational guilt where the greatest transgressor is not the sinner, but the one who built the house and called it love.