On the eve of the Black Death, in the city of Siena, the bells begin to ring for the dead.
One man remains in the cathedral tower, a bell-ringer who keeps the hours long after there is no one left to hear them.
He descends, searching for what lies at the centre of the silent city, and finds a spiral that leads far beneath the stones.
The frescoes on the walls shift each day.
Figures step out from the paint.
A thirteenth figure waits.
What begins as a record of time becomes the erasure of time, as the city and the plain and every place he has known are drawn into the slow, unending ringing of a bell that no longer belongs to him.
The Ninth Bell is a novel of historical horror told with restraint and suffocating stillness, where time bends and sound becomes structure.
For readers of Max Porter, Danielewski, and Robert Aickman.