Moon Chapel — Lynna Cooper

The lonely grandeur of Greytowers castle, the hatred of her supposed relatives, the mad woman wandering amid the gravestones -- all this was Elizabeth Gifford's inheritance -- should she prove the granddaughter of wealthy old Sir Richard.

But the tyrannical Sir Richard had not yet chosen an heir. He played with his relatives as a cat would play with a mouse before devouring it. And then again, he had no answer to the question: Just who was Elizabeth Gifford? Because there were two of them…
Beware the Evil Forces

I remembered the warning Conal Stanford had given me yesterday: Death was waiting for me in Greytowers. And now that I had met its people, I could well understand why.

If I were the true granddaughter, and I were to die, Roland would inherit these many acres and the great wealth of Sir Richard. My rival -- the other Elizabeth -- would want me out of the way for the same reason -- reason enough to kill.

What were the worlds Conal had used? Evil forces. Yes, there were evil forces at large in that huge house, and they were all directed at me…