For fans of The Lost Apothecary or the Mermaid and Mrs Hancock, a deliciously atmospheric historical novel about the rivalry between two female mediums during Victorian Londons obsession with Spiritualism.Mrs. Violet Wood is Londons premier medium, a woman of supreme ambition whose and unique abilities have earned her the admiration and trust of Londons elite. Mrs. Wood is indeed a clever and gifted seer--her skill is unmatched in predicting exactly what her wealthy patrons want to hear from the beyond.But times are changing. First, a nosey newspaperman has begun working to expose false mediums across London. Many of Mrs. Woods friendsand, yes, some of her foeshave fallen to his merciless accusations. Worse yet, though Mrs. Woods monthly sance tables are still packed, shes noticed that its been harder to snare coveted new patrons. There are rumors from America of mediums materializing full spirits. . . . How long will her audiences be content with quivering tables and candle theatrics?Then, at one of Mrs Woods routine gatherings, she hears that most horrifying of soundsa yawn. When a sweet girl with an uncanny talent for the craft turns up at her door, Mrs. Wood decides that a protg will be just the thing to spice up her brand. But is Emmie Finch indeed the nave ingenue she appears? Or has Mrs. Woods own downfall come knocking at last?

For fans of The Lost Apothecary or the Mermaid and Mrs Hancock, a deliciously atmospheric historical novel about the rivalry between two female mediums during Victorian Londons obsession with Spiritualism.Mrs. Violet Wood is Londons premier medium, a woman of supreme ambition whose and unique abilities have earned her the admiration and trust of Londons elite. Mrs. Wood is indeed a clever and gifted seer--her skill is unmatched in predicting exactly what her wealthy patrons want to hear from the beyond.But times are changing. First, a nosey newspaperman has begun working to expose false mediums across London. Many of Mrs. Woods friendsand, yes, some of her foeshave fallen to his merciless accusations. Worse yet, though Mrs. Woods monthly sance tables are still packed, shes noticed that its been harder to snare coveted new patrons. There are rumors from America of mediums materializing full spirits. . . . How long will her audiences be content with quivering tables and candle theatrics?Then, at one of Mrs Woods routine gatherings, she hears that most horrifying of soundsa yawn. When a sweet girl with an uncanny talent for the craft turns up at her door, Mrs. Wood decides that a protg will be just the thing to spice up her brand. But is Emmie Finch indeed the nave ingenue she appears? Or has Mrs. Woods own downfall come knocking at last?