NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • Get swept away by this “haunting” ( Bustle ) novel about twelve beautiful sisters living on an isolated island estate who begin to mysteriously die one by one. "Step inside a fairy tale." —Stephanie Garber, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Caraval In a manor by the sea, twelve sisters are cursed. Annaleigh lives a sheltered life at Highmoor with her sisters and their father and stepmother. Once there were twelve, but loneliness fills the grand halls now that four of the girls' lives have been cut short. Each death was more tragic than the last--the plague, a plummeting fall, a drowning, a slippery plunge--and there are whispers throughout the surrounding villages that the family is cursed by the gods. Disturbed by a series of ghostly visions, Annaleigh becomes increasingly suspicious that her sister's deaths were no accidents. The girls have been sneaking out every night to attend glittering balls, dancing until dawn in silk gowns and shimmering slippers, and Annaleigh isn't sure whether to try to stop them or to join their forbidden trysts. Because who--or what--are they really dancing with? When Annaleigh's involvement with a mysterious stranger who has secrets of his own intensifies, it's a race to unravel the darkness that has fallen over her family--before it claims her next. House of Salt and Sorrows is a spellbinding novel filled with magic and the rustle of gossamer skirts down long, dark hallways. Be careful who you dance with... And don't miss Erin A. Craig's newest novel, The Thirteenth Child , a haunting and romantic novel about the impossible choices we make in the name of love. "It’s a fairy tale, a young-adult romance (though gothic enough for adult readers) and a whodunit too." —The Wall Street Journal “A tingling and chilling read.” —Huffington Post "An eerie, lovely Twelve Dancing Princesses retelling full of ghosts and gods and a fascinating waterfront world and I'm reading it from behind my fingers."—Melissa Albert, New York Times bestselling author of The Hazel Wood "Chilling and atmospheric."—Laura E. Weymouth, author of The Light Between Worlds “Evocative details and lyrical, moody prose  . . . a richly conceived story that blends mythic and Gothic storytelling." —PW   "The novel’s vivid, evocative atmosphere will please fans of the gothic . . . chills aplenty." —The Bulletin   "Equal parts gothic fairy tale and romance . . . compulsively readable."— SLJ   "This moody maritime retelling of The Twelve Dancing Princesses blends elements of suspense and horror for a gothic twist on a familiar tale. A memorably built world populated with a hauntingly doomed family."— Booklist Erin A. Craig is the #1 New York Times bestelling author of House of Salt and Sorrows, Small Favors , House of Roots and Ruin , and The Thirteenth Child . She has always loved telling stories. An avid reader, a decent quilter, a rabid basketball fan, and a collector of typewriters, Erin makes her home in West Michigan with her husband and daughter.   CANDLELIGHT   REFLECTED   OFF  THE  SILVER ANCHOR etched onto my sister’s necklace. It was an ugly piece of jewelry and something Eulalie would never have picked out for herself. She loved simple strands of gold, extravagant collars of diamonds. Not . . . that. Papa must have selected it for her. I fumbled at my own necklace of black pearls, wanting to offer her something more stylish, but the battalion of pallbearers shut the coffin lid before I could undo the clasp.   “We, the People of the Salt, commit this body back to the sea,” the High Mariner intoned as the wooden box slid deep into the waiting crypt.   I tried not to notice the smattering of lichens growing inside the gaping mouth, drawn wide to swallow her whole. Tried not to think of my sister—who was alive, and warm, and breathing just days before—being laid to rest. Tried not to imagine the thin bottom of the coffin growing fat with condensation and salt water before splitting asunder and spilling Eulalie’s body into the watery depths beneath our family mausoleum.   I tried, instead, to cry.   I knew it would be expected of me, just as I knew the tears were unlikely to come. They would later on, probably this evening when I passed her bedroom and saw the black shrouds covering her wall of mirrors. Eulalie had had so many mirrors. Eulalie.   She’d been the prettiest of all my sisters. Her rosy lips were forever turned in a smile. She loved a good joke, her bright green eyes always ready for a quick wink. Scores of suitors vied for her attention, even before she became the eldest Thaumas daughter, the one set to inherit all of Papa’s fortune.   “We are born of the Salt, we live by the Salt, and to the Salt we return,” the High Mariner continued.   “To the Salt,” the mourners repeated.   As Papa stepped forward to place two gold pieces at the foot of the crypt—payment to Pontus for easing my sister back into th