About this book:

In the gaslit winter of 1788, a phantom terror seized London’s elite: a well-dressed predator stalking wealthy women through the shadows of Fleet Street and Mayfair, attacking not with a blade for coin, but a needle for sport. As the assaults multiplied, panic eclipsed reason. With no organized police force to hunt him, the city turned on itself—vigilantes patrolled the alleys, a staggering £100 reward corrupted witnesses, and the press fanned the flames of a witch hunt that demanded a monster, not a man.

They found one in Rhynwick Williams, a young Welsh artisan with an alibi and a bewildered protestation of innocence. His trial at the Old Bailey became the sensation of the age, a courtroom circus where circumstantial evidence clashed with reasonable doubt, and a terrified jury faced the wrath of a city baying for blood. The verdict would send a man to the gallows, but it could not silence the haunting question that echoed from the gallery to the presses: had justice been served, or had London hanged a scapegoat to exorcise its own fears?

Meticulously researched and paced like a thriller, *The London Monster* reconstructs the birth of a media-driven manhunt and a trial that exposed the fault lines of Georgian society—class prejudice, the power of the press, and the dangerous alchemy of public hysteria. For fans of *The Suspicions of Mr. Whicher* and *The Devil in the White City*, this is true crime at its most atmospheric: a chilling portrait of a city on the edge, and a timeless warning about the cost of certainty when the truth remains in the shadows.