"The glass lid closed quietly on the wooden base and the key turned with a soft click and scrape. The curator clipped the ring of keys onto his chatelaine. 'And that's the last.' "
‘Suppose that magic was around, that it existed – just twists and flickers of it. Suppose it strayed in from somewhere and drifted around like smoke. Maybe it might find its way into men’s brains here and there – drop an image, forge a link, ignite a spark. Men would start doing strange things – painting on cave walls, for example, or burying the dead with tools in case they were going someplace. Make up stories. Wonder.’ ‘Hold on.’ Rebecca leaned forward. ‘Magic from where?’ ‘From a place where there was so much magic that it could afford to lose some, not even realise it had gone. From some place next door.’
Fantasy novel set in contemporary London. (277 pages)
“You’re telling me the Victoria and Albert Museum only exists because seven guys needed to hide a handful of objects for a hundred years?”
Finding herself unable to draw anything but vines, 19-year-old Rebecca reluctantly puts her ambitions as an illustrator on hold when she is drawn into the machinations of a Victorian secret society founded to make safe an interface between parallel worlds.
But first Rebecca has to grow up.
Dragged into helping a cause in which she still barely believes, Rebecca finds herself playing Hunt-the-Thimble amongst England’s oldest institutions; over the course of her twentieth summer she will break a code, discover her astonishing ancestry, and half fall in love – twice.
But what begins as a game will shake her to the core.