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