A love... A ghost... A mystery... Who was the ghost who walked the streets of Sandalwood, Georgia? Always alone. Shrouded in mystery. Waiting. For what? For someone to lift a curse that doomed him to spend one thousand years alone. Until her. Until a fateful night disclosed... A Madrigal in Moonlight. In genre, the novel should be described as that haunting kind of romantic noir, and mystery, which harkens back to the lost days of Southern story-telling, when words were evocative, like magic, and their sounds lingered on the ears like soft rain, and their images lingered in the brain as wistful longings. With A Madrigal in Moonlight, one welcomes a return of the well-told tale, with strong plot and memorable characters, whose voices one longs to encounter in real life, yet rarely does. But that is what a novel (like A Madrigal in Moonlight) is for -- to evoke a lost, mysterious, and romantic world. And to let one live there... if only for a few hours.