As a performance artist in the New Orleans Old Quarter, Armelle plays a stone angel frozen to the spot to amuse tourists, but in those vacant minutes, she is anything but still. The past shifts, the margins between centuries blur, and suddenly Armelle is pitched into 18th century New Orleans, accused of treachery by a man she knows died in 1759. And now the time lapses intensify, impacting her current life. Did she really make an indecent pass at her history professor, shove a customer downstairs at a Bourbon Street bar? And where was she the night that customer died, since it was her purse found at the scene? Armelle desperately needs help but not from physicians or psychiatrists or any modern science. No, she has to convince everyone trained in rational thought that the soul plays by different rules and can transcend place and time. Even the man she loves must understand that his rejection is based on a tragic event replaying itself over and over again, that they are tangled in time's web and must fight their way free.