An eerily brilliant and spooky tale of spiritualism and deception
'Now you know why you are drawn to me — why your flesh comes creeping to mine, and what it comes for. Let it creep.'
From the dark heart of a Victorian prison, disgraced spiritualist Selina Dawes weaves an enigmatic spell. Is she a fraud, or a prodigy? By the time it all begins to matter, you'll find yourself desperately wanting to believe in magic.
'Refined, repressed and simmering... a delicious tale of Victorian spiritualism' — Independent on Sunday
'Spooky, spellbinding, exquisitely written' — Val Hennessy
'Beautifully, atmospherically written, this is a tale to thrill your very soul' — Metro
'Sexy, spooky, stylish... a wonderful book' — Guardian