The letters arrive unsigned. The writer demands that Penelope meet him in one of London's most ill-reputed and darkest streets. When she dares to keep the assignations, she encounters a man in a black mask who leaves her breathless from his stolen kiss. Yet he claims the reason for their surreptitious tryst is an honorable one. Should she believe him? Can he be trusted?
New maid Dorcy Edwards flees the scene of where her employer's body is found. His murder sparks a chain of macabre events. Cloistered on a remote island with five strangers, including Gareth Davenport, her late employer's brooding, but darkly handsome heir, Dorcy encounters baffling questions with what she fears may be terrifying answers. Who cut the telegraph lines? Who left a mutilated animal carcass outside her bedroom door?
"See no evil"
Farley is doing his best trying not to dance with death after a solar storm has taken the electrical grid down worldwide, but it seems avoiding danger for him is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. The old prepper knows it is not death, but dying, which is terrible. Life for him is either a daring adventure of foraging and trading, or nothing. The great thing about the dead is that they make space and leave stuff behind.
"narrator like Forrest Gump on caffeine"