London, 1888. A female Scottish immortal hunts the Ripper.
VICTORIAN LONDON. 1888.
She is three hundred thousand years old. Daughter of a Highland vampire, born when Scotland was still wild. Her companion older than the first song—a creature who walks both sides of living and dead.
An ancient spirit has torn through the Shroud in London—and it is hunting her.
But first, it whispers to the men already close to the edge. 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.
Now three hunters circle through the gaslit streets of Whitechapel. The spirit seeks its ancient prey. Koribella and Scrabster track their stalker through London's rot and shadow. And somewhere in the darkness, The Ripper sharpens his blade.
The murders have begun. The hunt is older.
Follow Koribella from the Highland moors to the cobbled alleys of the East End, where Celtic gods clash with Victorian devils, and every victim brings her closer to a truth three hundred millennia in the making.
Oscar Wilde. Arthur Conan Doyle. Jack the Ripper.
Some names echo through history. Others write it.
Older than their gods. Not ours.
Scottish Gothic Horror set in 1888 London.
Scotland's Immortal Sisterhood awaits.
