The day was dove grey & silk. A melancholic cloth that whispered & rustled. Who could say what it foretold. Dublin 1840: Rhia Mahoney watches in despair as her fathers linen warehouse goes up in flames. Her family is ruined. Her imagined future full of pattern & colour plum brocades & beetle-green taffeta crumbles to ashes. Seeking work as a governess in dismal London Rhias life is changed beyond all imagination when her uncle a shipping merchant commits suicide. Rhia cannot
- will not
- believe he would take his own life but before she can investigate she is accused of a crime she didnt commit & forced to board a prison ship bound for New South Wales. The voyage is one of dry biscuits & endless sea made bearable by the womens daily chore: to sew scraps of cloth into an elaborate quilt. What Rhia does not realise is that with every stich she binds herself closer to a journey of discovery that will not end in Australia.. . Weaving death love & adventure into a vivid tale of the world at the height of Empire The Silver Thread is plotted like a murder mystery but narrated with the skill & style of a literary storyteller.