A thrillingly romantic Gothic horror about a girl who must uncover a terrifying family's scheme before she becomes their next sacrifice.

After a scandal blacklists her in society, eighteen-year-old Maeva Whitney is forced to flee with her family to their long-neglected country home to wait out the disgrace. Rockwell Manor is crumbling, drafty, and Maeva feels eyes on her wherever she goes—even when there’s no one else in the room. Worse, the Whitneys are swiftly welcomed by the Holloways, a powerful family in the looming estate across town, whose hospitality feels more like a summons.

Maeva has no desire to charm her new neighbors, especially once she learns of their bizarre fixation on The Death Days, an eleven-day celebration to honor those who died during an epidemic centuries ago. Back in the city, it’s an excuse for a new ballgown. In Hollyhurst, it’s a grand, utterly creepy holiday. And this year—the two-hundredth anniversary—the Holloways are determined to make it unforgettable.

Unsettled, Maeva begins to dig into their past, forming a reluctant partnership with the broodingly handsome Beau, a young man living under the Holloways’ roof with secrets of his own. As their stolen conversations turn into something undeniably magnetic, he folds Maeva into his investigation of the Holloways and their bloodstained history. But the closer they get to the truth, the more they realize something far more sinister is at work.

Megan Lally’s To Death, We Dance is a dark and dazzling novel about the cost of survival in a place where the dead are never truly gone.