Holy Terror in the Hebrides
By Jeanne M. Dams
To make Dorothy's arrival even more of a horror is the fact that in her haste to leave home, she left the key to the cottage behind. The food had better be all that it was said to be; she has to spend the first night of her holiday with the bickering religious from America. Her first full day is a holy terror. The storm is building, but an opportunity to go to fabled Fingal's Cave cannot be passed up, even with the ever more cantankerous Americans along for the ride. What she wants even less is the next event: one of the group falls from the rocks in the cave and disappears beneath the waves.
It is clearly an accident, an unfortunate happenstance, and everyone is willing to accept it as such. Except for Dorothy. As the island of Iona is isolated by the storm, Dorothy begins asking questions no one wants answered, and finding answers that reveal things that she might not have wanted to know.