Some secrets are
paid to stay buried
Eagles Mere, Pennsylvania. Tucked deep in the Endless Mountains beside a lake of impossible clarity, this manicured village of grand Victorian hotels and old money was where the powerful came to disappear. No one asked questions. No one offered answers.
When Washington intelligence analyst Sarah St. Clair receives a cryptic summons from the grandmother she has spent years trying to find, she is pulled back to the mountain — and into a decades-long conspiracy that implicates figures at the highest levels of American power.
From the World War II summer of 1942, through the Cold War silences of the 1990s, to the threshold of the new millennium, Dancing in Time weaves a labyrinth of espionage, surveillance, political corruption, and a love that defies the physics of decades. The four-faced clock in the center of town has been marking this reckoning for fifty years.
Time, in Eagles Mere, does not move forward. It circles.
