The Quiet Cutters of Holloway

About this book:

In the fog-choked alleys of Holloway, death is a quiet business—until apprentice mortician Maeve discovers the bodies don't stay still. Beneath the cold marble slab of the Municipal Mortuary, the corpses of the town’s broken workers are being bound together by living threads that twitch and tighten in the dark. Her master, Enoch Silas, knows exactly what grows in the dead, and he has a price for the tincture that keeps the same infection from blooming under Maeve's own skin.

*The Quiet Cutters of Holloway* is a masterwork of creeping dread—equal parts Victorian autopsy-room procedural and visceral body horror. As Maeve is drawn deeper into Silas’s shadowy trade, she must decide how much of herself she’s willing to let the harvest take. For fans of *Mexican Gothic* and *The Loney*, this is a story that sinks its roots into you long before you reach the final page.

Because in Holloway, the dead aren't just resting. They’re being grown.