On a snowy, storm-lashed night in Transylvania, estate planner Ivy knocked on the door of an ancient castle deep in the mountains. The man who answered was called Ezra: pale, silent, and unrealistically handsome. He had lived alone in the dust-covered castle for centuries.
Ivy thought it was just a chance encounter brought on by the blizzard. At daybreak, she left and returned to her ordinary life in London. What she didn't know was that after she was gone, the man stared for a very long time at the coffee tin she'd left on the table.
What she knew even less was that her grandmother Margaret had written a letter to the same man in the same castle sixty years earlier.
That letter was never sent.
And it was signed: "Ezra, remember to drink your water warm."
A story about time, forgetting, and meeting again. When an immortal meets the bloodline of the dead, when six centuries of solitude are pierced by a photograph, what is he to do with a love that arrived more than half a century too late?
