Do not embrace the shadows for they are all consuming and devour the soul leaving in their wake nothing but a great well of loneliness from which we all drink from time to time -Richard Casteel, 1887 And so it begins. From the cobbled alleyways of Whitechapel to a fishing village on the Cornish coast. A series of brutal murders is committed, where the only clues to the killer's identity are a copper coin and a poppy found at each crime scene. DCI Crawford assigned to the case soon establishes a link between a series of unsolved murders in 1888. Four suspects, a deserted manor house, and...

Do not embrace the shadows for they are all consuming and devour the soul leaving in their wake nothing but a great well of loneliness from which we all drink from time to time -Richard Casteel, 1887 And so it begins. From the cobbled alleyways of Whitechapel to a fishing village on the Cornish coast. A series of brutal murders is committed, where the only clues to the killer's identity are a copper coin and a poppy found at each crime scene. DCI Crawford assigned to the case soon establishes a link between a series of unsolved murders in 1888. Four suspects, a deserted manor house, and...

This is the story of a licked clean dish And a very hungry cat who's dinner he has missed So he set off for the garden To find something to eat And here on the pages are the creatures he did meet