The salt flats have been in her family for generations. The grey salt they harvest is unlike any other. It tastes of iron and brine and something darker. Something that has been waiting beneath the surface for centuries.
Coraline Ashworth never knew her great-aunt Morwenna. When she inherits a remote salt farm on the coast of Norfolk, she expects nothing more than a forgotten property and a quiet life. What she finds is a legacy of secrets, sacrifice, and the restless souls of the drowned.
The salt is not just salt. It is a prison. The faces in the salt flats are not hallucinations. They are the trapped souls of those who were taken by the sea. And they are calling to her. They want to be released. They want her to break the salt and set them free.
But the salt holds something else too. Something ancient and hungry. Something that has been waiting for Coraline since before she was born. The souls in the salt are not the prisoners. They are the guards. And if she frees them, she will unleash the thing they were containing.
Her mother is among the trapped souls. Her mother, who disappeared on the salt flats when Coraline was a child. The woman she has been searching for her entire life. The woman who is waiting for her daughter to come and save her.
Coraline must make an impossible choice. She can free the souls and save her mother. She can break the cycle that has haunted her family for generations. But freeing the souls means freeing the thing in the salt. And that thing has been waiting for her.
The Salt Harvest is a chilling gothic horror novel about inheritance, sacrifice, and the terrible cost of freedom. For readers of Susan Hill and Andrew Michael Hurley, this is a story that will haunt you long after the final page.