Tillinghast

De: Clare Cavenagh

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There's a name for what he is. He prefers not to use it…

Stutley Tillinghast lives a solitary life, ostensibly as the minister of a remote rural parish in Rhode Island. For many decades now, what little human contact he allows himself has been brief, frenzied and bloody, and always ends in a shallow grave in his cellar.

You and I would have a name for what he is, but he prefers not to use it – he has needs, and when they become unbearable, he fulfils them.

Then the girl arrives – 19 years old, she has travelled from the UK to find him. She seems to have his surname, and her resemblance to him is uncanny. She is sick – very sick – and Tillinghast recognises her symptoms all too well. Which means he also knows what she needs…

Darkly compelling and irresistibly readable, TILLINGHAST marks the arrival of a major new literary talent.©2026 Clare Cavenagh

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'Wonderfully mysterious and gorgeously written, Tillinghast offers a boldly original take on what it means to be a monster. While the subject matter is inherently dark, Cavenagh's reflections on connection, love, and found family shine through with an unexpected warmth.' MONIKA KIM, author of The Eyes are the Best Part

'Deliciously unsettling. Clare Cavenagh weaves a gothic magic through the pages, evoking Shirley Jacksonesque horror. Tillinghast examines the fine line between what is human and what is not and elicits a dread that leaves you unable to look away. A book that will stay with you long after you’ve finished turning the pages.' AHANA VIRDI, author of Sour Fruit

'A somber hymn of loneliness, of ancient wounds still tender, raw, and healing, of an insatiable, eternal yearning. Tillinghast is a soft chant in the dark—a tone poem etched in blood, agony, and utter cruelty. Lyrical and devastating, this remarkably heartfelt debut filled me with the same intense emotion I felt when I first watched Park Chan-wook's Thirst or read Lost Souls by Poppy Z. Brite for the very first time.' ERIC LAROCCA, author of Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke