Written in the Stars (Yorkshire Romances #4)

Prologue

High above the moors, sliding on the updraught from a thousand central heating boiler vents, came the lights. Blue to the front, a tight grouping, twisting and rotating around a core of blazing white, then winding down into a tail of reds and ambers. Soundless and slow they came, their small illuminations making the dark even darker; the stars a phantom imitation of their pinprick brilliances. Ponderous, yet weightless, they hung for a moment over the isolated village of Riverdale, dipped once, low over the hills like a salute, and then swung away towards the coast.

But in that short, wind-blown minute while they’d passed things had changed, and down below, lives would never be the same again.