Victory Cove

[UberStein]

Even with the collar pulled up over her ears, the myriad sounds of the tempest assaulted Megan. In the wind, she heard the ghostly woman crying, the phantom that besieged her at night. Outside of Wakefield’s dark chambers, the cry took on a hollow sound, like a woeful moan meant to lure you towards its source, the yawning black shadows beyond the cliff’s edge.

That paragraph is exactly what I love to read. So full of mood and atmosphere.

I wonder who the "tempest" is? I must get that novel!