Soft Hearts are Easily Swallowed No one in Boston hires mad workhouse girls suspected of murder. So they've packed me off to the mountains of North Carolina to serve a house full of secrets. Here, ghost lights flicker through tall trees. Voices whisper from empty corners. Children walk into the woods and never return. And the master of the house? They say he's man with coal for eyes. A devil in a banker's suit. And ... he'll be home soon.