In the house of God there are many telephones.

Incoming calls only.

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?

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.

This is a story about grief, death, and the unbreakable bonds of passionate love.