What if the dead began riding the London Underground?
No one knows why. Maybe death got tired of traffic. Maybe eternity needed better public transport. Either way, ghosts began boarding trains, and most Londoners did what they always do when confronted with something horrifying: complained for a bit, then carried on with their commute.
I should've done the same.
Except that I saw my daughter.
Thirteen years old. Dead for months. Standing inside a Tube carriage like she'd never left.
So I followed her.
Bad decision, in case that wasn't obvious.
One reckless leap through the doors of a dark station and I found myself in Dark London—a twisted reflection of the city where something called Grief rules the shadows.
Now I'm searching for my daughter in a place that seems determined to remind me exactly how I failed her.
The longer I stay, the less human I become. The city is changing me. Peeling me apart, memory by memory. And if I don't find Isabel soon, I might end up just another ghost riding the rails forever.
Which would be inconvenient.
Because it turns out my daughter's fate isn't the only thing at stake. Dark London is hiding something far worse than death.
And somehow, I've stumbled right into the middle of it.
A haunting urban fantasy about grief, redemption, and the love between a father and daughter that refuses to die.
