Description
Victorian London, 1888.
Something ancient is waking in Whitechapel.
She is three hundred thousand years old. Daughter of a highland vampire, her companion older than the first song. An ancient spirit has torn through the shroud in London and it is hungry.
It moves through the city’s rot like water through cracked stone, finding the men already close to the edge, the ones with frustrated hands and unfinished hungers. A slaughterman who believes his knife was made for more. A playwright writing pages he will not remember.
A doctor whose darkest imagination is being handed its shape. It does not force them. It simply opens the door they were already standing behind.
Follow Koribella and Scrabster on their rooftop hunt across the gaslit streets of Whitechapel before the murder begins.
