A wind-swept island off the coast of Massachusetts.

A voracious, menacing ocean.

A fiery, addicted heiress. An irresistible, unpredictable young man.

A summer of unforgivable betrayal.

Twenty-seven years before the events of We Were Liars, another summer, another generation, and the guilt that will haunt them for decades.
A scandalous, tragic story buried under the red sand.
Welcome back to the Sinclair family.
They were all liars.

"This is my story. That is, I am Cinderella.
I am the good sister, the misfit, the one who mourns.
Like me, Cinderella transitions from deformity to beauty and social recognition.
Her new appearance is my new appearance. But I am also the stepsister.
I am vain and absorbed in my own inner life, intoxicated by the bitter drink of longing for parental approval, desperate for love and affirmation, self-mutilated, I see my sisters as rivals.
Bloodstained."