This book was recommended to me by a cashier in Waterstones, when he saw which other books I was purchasing. He spoke about it with such enthusiasm, I had to read it. After all, the last time I was recommended a book by a member of staff in a bookshop, it was Patrick Rothfuss’ The Name of the Wind.
Here’s my Goodreads review:
The traditional gothic horror voice fits perfectly with this less-than-usual murder mystery.
Set in the mist and the damp of Victorian Edinburgh, unlikely CID partners, Frey and McGray make for the perfect double-act mix of comedy and genius. While neither are particularly likeable characters in themselves, they are so flawed and so perfectly complemented by the other, that you can’t help but root for them. The tension is unrelenting, and I found this near impossible to put down.
Enough clues are given that you imagine you may just crack the case yourself, but don’t be fooled; Oscar de Muriel always has another card hidden up his sleeve, another dead-end to give you, and another rug to pull out.
The book teeters precariously between madness and sanity, superstition and logic, impossibility and plausibility. However logical you are, however sceptical, as the case becomes more and more sinister, you’ll find yourself wondering if Frey and McGray are chasing a human assailant, or if the killer is something far more demonic.
This is an impressive debut, and I eagerly await the next book, and Frey and McGray’s return.