When She Dies

Emily has never fitted in. For years she’s tried to come to terms with her childhood, specifically her mother’s behaviour, and still she can’t work it out. In her forties now, she sits on her sofa to unpick everything, to inspect her life and make sense of it, of herself—before she embarks on a path she always thought she would, deep in the woods where the old ash tree stands…

Jean has never fitted in either. She’s lived her life on her terms, lying and scheming to get her own way. She’s impatient for her dreams to come true, but events have a way of going wrong, preventing her from gaining the respect she craves. She plots, she seethes, she kills, and she hates the world she’s trapped in, one of her own insane creation.

Lucy isn’t having much luck. Her life has turned into a nightmare, and she’s desperate to be free of the drudgery, the unfairness, the cruelty. Abused, left to bring up her son alone, she’s angry and wants retribution. It isn’t forthcoming, so she spends her time being wicked to her child, because, why not?

Three women, all tied together, all of them unhappy with their lot.

Which one will have the guts to change their destiny?

Which one will dance on the grave of the other, victorious?

The spinney is a dangerous place. Don’t go there…