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, she’s 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?
Escaping her bitter, blaming mother in law and a morbidly curious media, Eurydice flees 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. But 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.
A modern take on the Greek myth of doomed lovers Orpheus and Eurydice, this is a story about grief, death, and the unbreakable bonds of passionate love.