Sadie Hartmann’s Reviews > In the Lonely Hours > Status Update

the island had a feel to it, wild, unmoored from reality, an oasis of otherness. It was there in the breeze drifting off the loch soft as moth wings murmuring secrets to a flame, there in the breathing tightness that wrapped around her like cobwebs, there in the unnatural silence that hushed birdsong. It felt like hallowed ground steeped in human tragedy.

A haunted, Scottish castle
And ghostly ships on the loch
AND I don't love italicized sections, especially whole chapters but I'm listening to the audiobook too, so it's fine

I was born in the castle?"
"As far as I am aware."
"Where is it?" asked Neve.
"It is in an area called Sutherland in the western Highlands. A most beautiful area I am led to believe, though I have not been there myself."