In the fog-drenched darkness of Victorian London, a mysterious and powerful gentleman makes a staggering confession. Amid the long shadows of 1888 Fairfax Trubshaw steps forward to claim his place as Jack the Ripper
The tale is narrated by his business associate and friend, Peter Bushell, who is drawn into a world of cruel betrayal and macabre secrets. As the two men navigate a city of vice, nastiness and sheer brutality, the line between sanity and madness begins to blur. Full of weird and wonderfully flawed characters, both real and pseudonymous, the story provides plenty of chilling shocks that lead the reader to one final yet haunting question.
'Where does the delusion end and the truth begin?'
'A delightfully nasty page-turner'
The London Periodical
'Love, Obsession, Jealousy, Murder What more could we wish for?'
Southport Star
'London's smog-filled alleyways have never felt so secretive Wonderful '
Liverpool Daily Post
'A dark and morbid little tale of love and murderous revenge played out among London's most dirtiest and atmospheric of streets'
London Mercury
'This is too close to be pure fiction Is this really the Whitechapel Monster?'
Liverpool & Birkenhead Illustrated