Here's how Jack Ketchum begins his intro to T. M. Wright's Cold House:
"A woman and her dog, alone in an old, cold house with many rooms, fearful of the even colder world outside.
A man searching through a city he cannot even name.
They are lovers."
That's all he'll say about the plot of the book. And this is the plot stripped down to its barest essentials. But this wouldn't make for much of a review if I simply left it at that. So I figured I'd go into a bit more detail about this wonderful, haunting book Mr. Wright has created.