The Last Banshee in Brooklyn
Keening Over Condos

About this book:

Maeve O'Connor has been keening for the doomed of Greenpoint for three centuries—she knows every drafty corner, every ancestral bloodline, every proper pitch to shatter a sash window. But now the neighborhood smells of oat milk and reclaimed bowling-alley wood, triple-glazed windows mute her death wails into "plumbing issues," and her charges keep breaking their leases before they can break their necks. When Liam O'Leary—software developer, peanut allergy sufferer, and the last of his line in Kings County—gets evicted from his sublet forty-eight hours before his scheduled appointment with a rogue e-scooter, Maeve must chase him across the Newtown Creek into the hostile, high-rise wilderness of Queens. She has until Friday to deliver a proper warning, but the modern city has no ears for ancient laments, only noise complaints and security deposits.

Sharp, sorrowful, and wildly funny, *The Last Banshee in Brooklyn* follows a spectral civil servant navigating a borough where even death has been priced out. From brownstone demolition blues to the haunting of Unit 4B, Maeve battles digital keypads, electromagnetic billboards, and a rental market that moves faster than the soul's departure. Her ledger is fading, her jurisdiction is shrinking, and the only thing louder than the pile drivers in Long Island City is the silence of neighbors who don't know each other's names—let alone their family's banshee.

For anyone who's ever felt the city changing beneath their feet, or wondered what happens to tradition when the lease runs out, this is a love letter to the neighborhoods we lose and the stubborn spirits—living and dead—who refuse to vacate. Maeve O'Connor may be the last banshee in Brooklyn, but she hasn't read the notice to vacate yet. And she has absolutely no intention of moving.