A Portrait Under Water

<p><em><strong>In the house of God there are many telephones.</strong></em></p><p><em><strong>Incoming calls only.</strong></em></p><p> </p><p>When Eurydice's husband Orpheus a well-known musician disappears from a party boat in Sydney Harbour on his thirtieth birthday and is found drowned three days later her grief is all-consuming. But she's also left searching for answers. Was Orpheus depressed suicidal? Was it a stunt gone wrong? Was it her fault and why didn't she see it coming?</p><p> </p><p>Fleeing her bitter blaming mother in law and a morbidly curious media Eurydice travels to Spain. A stranger adrift in the medieval splendour of Cordoba and Sevilla she begins to explore the boundaries between the living and the dead. If the dead speak to us it's in a language we can't understand and wherever they are it's a long way off. </p><p> </p><p>This is a story about grief death and the unbreakable bonds of passionate love.</p><p> </p><p> </p>