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A crazed killer. A town in terror. A mystery ten years in the making... Lady Violet Thorn’s awful Aunt Igitha arrives uninvited to stay, wreaking havoc in the household. When Violet plucks up courage to ask her to leave, Igitha’s chilling threats are soon realised with deadly effect. In a devastating series of events, a woman is impaled, another is hanged outside Violet’s window, and a wild beast is delivered to her house. Violet is soon struck by the similarities between these events, and the unsolved murders committed ten years earlier by the sadistic serial killer known as the Montford Maniac. Could he have returned? Is Igitha behind the crimes? Or could there be someone even more terrifying on the prowl? The horrors have only just begun. A rollicking, unputdownable Victorian mystery perfect for fans of Janice Hallett and Anthony Horowitz.
Home is where the horror is... Thriller writer Lady Violet Thorn has withdrawn to the Suffolk market town of Montford with two servants and her leading character, the adventuress Ruby Gibson, for company. However, her peace is disturbed when a stranger asks for help, claiming her friend is being kept prisoner in her own home. Lady Violet is skeptical, but the girl seems so frightened that she decides to investigate. Then, a woman is killed outside Violet's house, and another is murdered in town. And as the deaths mount, she becomes convinced that they all lead to one place: the increasingly forbidding Haglin House, and whoever lives there... A fresh, witty, and totally enthralling take on the classic crime genre, perfect for fans of Anthony Horowitz and Oscar De Muriel.
'An Outcast' is an adventure novel written by Francis Colburn Adams. This simple story commences on a November evening, in an autumn day during the mid 19th century. Our quaint old city has been in a disquiet mood for several weeks. Yellow fever has scourged us through the autumn, and we have again taken to scourging ourselves with secession fancies. The city has not looked up for a month. Fear had driven our best society into the North, into the mountains, into all the high places. Business men had nothing to do; stately old mansions were in the care of faithful slaves, and there was high carnival in the kitchen. Fear had shut up the churches, shut up the law-courts, shut up society generally. There was nothing for lawyers to do, and the buzzards found it lonely enough in the market-place. The clergy were to be found at fashionable watering-places, and politicians found comfort in cards and the country. Timid doctors had taken to their heels, and were not to be found. Book-keepers and bank-clerks were on Sullivan's Island. The poor suffered in the city, and the rich had not a thought to give them. Grave-looking men gathered into little knots, at street corners, and talked seriously of Death's banquet. Old negroes gathered about the kitchen-table, and terrified themselves with tales of death: timid ones could not be got to pass through streets where the scourge raged fiercest. Mounted guardsmen patrolled the lonely streets at night, their horses' hoofs sounding on the still air, like a solemn warning through a deserted city.