Jack Caine’s heart attack was all the advice he needed. He and Maggie and the children were moving as far as possible from the rat race that was slowly killing him, leaving New York to a quiet old farmhouse in Ohio, which Jack has inherited from a distant aunt. The house, ten miles away from the nearest neighbor, was once owned by a Civil War general reputed to have been a Satanist.

From their first night in the desolate old house, when the screams of Jack’s teenage son, Duff, split the dark silence, the Caines sense the hellish curse descending upon them. When his family burial ground is mysteriously vandalized, Jack cannot bring his tortured thoughts to bear on who might have done it—and why—until a strangely transformed Duff appears before him, possessed of the corrupt and lascivious spirit of his great-great-grandfather Brigadier General Duffin Caine. And Maggie, now possessed by the General’s long-dead mistress, is the sole object of his perverse desire.

This is a marvelously sinister brew of Satanism, possession, and incest.