On a freezing, windswept day in the Scottish Hebrides, Eleanor Bruton's body is discovered on the shore. To her family Eleanor was an ordinary middle-aged woman, with a skill for flower arrangements and plumping kneeler cushions at church. Little did they know she was harbouring a dark and all-consuming secret: a scrap of fraying embroidery that seemed worthless at first glance. For over a century two rival organisations of women have gone to deadly lengths to secure the valuable artefact in the hopes of finding the original medieval manuscript from which it was torn.
The Order of St Katherine: devoted to the belief that women must pull strings in the shadows in order to exercise covert control. And the Fellowship of The Larks: determined to amass as many overt positions of power for women as possible .
On a freezing, windswept day in the Scottish Hebrides, Eleanor Bruton's body is discovered on the shore. To her family Eleanor was an ordinary middle-aged woman, with a skill for flower arrangements and plumping kneeler cushions at church. Little did they know she was harbouring a dark and all-consuming secret: a scrap of fraying embroidery that seemed worthless at first glance. For over a century two rival organisations of women have gone to deadly lengths to secure the valuable artefact in the hopes of finding the original medieval manuscript from which it was torn.
The Order of St Katherine: devoted to the belief that women must pull strings in the shadows in order to exercise covert control. And the Fellowship of The Larks: determined to amass as many overt positions of power for women as possible .