Cover Artist: P.L. McMillan

Interior Illustrations: P.L. McMillan

Book Design: M. Halstead

The White Horse

by Rebecca Harrison

“An evocative lyrical gothic tale with twists, secrets, and poetry. Charlotte, a composer whose world is musical, was a brave and entertaining heroine from page one to the final, tense chapter. A joy to read.” – Darcie Little Badger, Nebula Award-winning author of Elatsoe, A Snake Falls to Earth, and Sheine Lende.

“Harrison’s haunting novella will sweep readers away to a terrifying place of folk tales and suspicion. She has masterfully crafted a Bronte-esque tale, entwined with horror and surreal, eerie descriptions, that kept me hooked until the very last sentence. I loved it.” – Katherine Livesey, author of the Sisters of Shadows Trilogy.

“Harrison’s The White Horse is a stirring symphony of gothic fantasy and folk horror in harmony, told via an enchanting lead character whose musically-inclined way of viewing the world is something worth singing about.” – Patrick Barb, author of Gargantuana’s Ghost and Helicopter Parenting in the Age of Drone Warfare.

“A fascinating read reminiscent of the most poetic strains of Cormac McCarthy, and one that gets more fascinating with the turn of every page. At times there’s an almost Tolkien-esque folksy quality to The White Horse, but this is expertly counterbalanced with a contemporary feel that will appeal to modern sensibilities. Meditative, intriguing, and poetic: these are my lasting impressions of Rebecca Harrison’s compelling story, and I congratulate her on a captivating novella. Lose yourself in The White Horse.” – Gavin Gardiner, author of For Rye

Born a peasant, raised a Lady, Charlotte does not know which she is, but she does know what she wants to be: a great composer.

Her talent is remarkable, but when she turns eighteen, her dead father's wife sells her piano and throws her out. Charlotte becomes a governess in a gothic mansion, where a handsome and mysterious widower grieves his dead wife.

The mansion looks upon the White Horse of Uffington where Charlotte had a strange vision as a child. A haunted place of folktales and fog and memories. Memories of wives who died young, generation after generation.

And a White Lady who haunts the mist.