Gaslit streets! Strange science! Murder most foul!
Hello The Flesh Market, you sexy bastard you. What’s that you whisper with your rotting lips? A sale? Well I’ll tell them, but you know what they’re like. Sensible sorts. Not the type to wander Georgian Edinburgh after sundown, especially not after those Cadaver Riots. Those were crazy times, man…
You think they might? You think dark streets in black company is exactly the sort of thing they get up to when they think nobody is looking? Okay, we’ll see.
But be careful. There are things out there. Hungry things, waiting for you.
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“Gruesome and fascinating. A true terrors-of-the-night type of thriller.” – Clarice Minchew, Clarice’s Book Nook
“For a tale so concerned with death, it’s bursting with human vitality.” – J.J. Marsh, Bookmuse
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