Legends say that on stormy nights, or on sunsets, there sometimes comes a strange whistling noise in the sky, followed by sightings of enormous black dogs. But these are no ordinary dogs. They are demonic things, hounds loose from the Wild Hunt, and they are searching for lost souls. Ill fortune will befall any who encounter them, one by one. They are rarely sighted more than one at a time, and if all seven should come together, it will mean the end of the world.
In the picturesque New England town of Kingsbury, Vermont, a young woman named Rose Kerrigan mourns the death of her grandfather, the sweet but strange old man who raised her. She’s never been able to get along with her cold, distant grandmother.
In the wake of Walter Kerrigan’s death, the town is beset with strange occurrences, stormy weather, and eerie whistling in the night skies. Sightings of a huge, black hound are reported, followed by incidents of terribly bad luck, accidents, and unpleasant coincidences. Perhaps this is why Rose’s grandmother has been acting so strange — in addition to her grief, she’s deeply unsettled by the goings-on in Kingsbury. At least, this is what Rose and her tight-knit group of friends believe, when they discuss such things at the coffee house where they hang out together. Some of these friends — people Rose has known her whole life — have experienced some of the unpleasant, and yet also wonderfully strange, events happening in town.
Weird, magical stuff.
Soon, Rose will learn the legend of the Seven Whistlers. They’ve come to Kingsbury, Vermont, in search of a soul that has been hidden from them, and they will not leave without it. First there was one, then two…but now, as Rose becomes more and more anxious, people see three of them together, and then four. If they don’t find what they’re looking for soon, perhaps all seven will gather in Kingsbury.