The Taxidermist's Glass Eyes
A Victorian Gothic Horror

About this book:

In the yellow fog of Victorian London, Silas Mallow has spent twenty-five years perfecting the art of stealing death's victims back from decay. His taxidermy shop on Blackthistle Lane is a sanctuary of arsenic and Murano glass, where glass eyes are painted with such precision they seem to hold a soul. Then Clara Finch arrives at his door—an actress with hazel eyes that defy replication, commissioning a nightingale mounted with eyes the color of twilight. Hers.

What begins as an eccentric request becomes an obsession that blurs the line between preservation and possession. As Silas studies Clara's gaze to match its impossible depth, the specimens in his cabinets begin to feel less like trophies and more like witnesses. The fog thickens. The gaslamps gutter. And in the workshop's shadows, something stirs that has nothing to do with the dead things on his shelves.

A Gothic descent into the anatomy of obsession, where beauty is a kind of violence, and the eyes—whether blown glass or living flesh—never forget what they've seen.