On her wedding night, it wasn't the diamonds in her new ring that Christina remembers counting, but the bruises on her body. Some girls get swept off their feet, she got knocked off hers. What happened next, she's always tried to block out! John was just the first, and the only one she was foolish enough to marry, but what choice did she have? She'd only gone to the party to please her sister, whose twice-divorced neighbour had invited her. Naïve to a fault, she didn't even know you could spike a drink. Two years, two kids, and a thousand nightmares later, a sympathetic judge brought an end to all the traumas. It wasn't like this in the knights' tales she'd escaped to as a child. Or was it? Guinevere's ardour for Lancelot seemed less romantic when you consider their affair led to the downfall of a kingdom. The Lady of Shallot knew love only through a mirror's reflection and died in pursuit of it. Was Christina to suffer the same fate? Or would the spirits of those who existed between this life and the next keep her from making any more calamitous decisions?