The hunger is not destroyed. It is contained. And containment is not the same as peace.Eleanor Holmes thought the chain was broken. She severed her sixth finger, absorbed the fragments of the Progenitor's consciousness, and sealed the ancient hunger within the Mirror of Justice. For one year, she has lived in peace—tending bees in the Sussex cottage, watching Anna grow from a hollow child into a hopeful young woman, and learning to live without the whispers of the dead.But peace is an illusion.The silver mask hangs on the wall, its surface dark—but not empty. Something inside it is waking. Something that has been waiting for centuries. And when Anna's hand reaches for the mask, the past comes rushing back: the Progenitor's first transfer, Helena's first consumption, Madeleine's betrayal, and the terrible truth about the blood that runs through the Ashworth line.John is dying. His engineered cells are failing, his heart weak from a wound that should have killed him. Cassandra is searching for her lost daughter Elara, whose consciousness has been trapped in an orb since 1892. And somewhere beneath the streets of Vienna, a child is laughing. Anna. The real Anna—the one who drank the blood, who saw the future, who is coming for the fragments Eleanor still carries."e;The only way to break a chain is to stop believing it is a chain."e;The fifth book in the Sherlock Holmes – Mirror of Justice series plunges Eleanor into her most personal investigation yet: a journey through mirrors and memories, from the catacombs of Paris to the concert halls of Vienna, from the Ashworth crypts of Edinburgh to a villa on the Nile. She will face the woman she could become—old, alone, weeping behind a silver mask. She will face the child she failed. And she will make a choice that will either break the chain forever or bind it tighter than ever before.For readers who loved the atmospheric horror of Mexican Gothic and the intricate mysteries of The Seven and a Half Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle, this gothic thriller weaves together detection, dark fantasy, and the unbreakable bonds of found family. The dead are not gone. They are waiting. And they are hungry.

The hunger is not destroyed. It is contained. And containment is not the same as peace.Eleanor Holmes thought the chain was broken. She severed her sixth finger, absorbed the fragments of the Progenitor's consciousness, and sealed the ancient hunger within the Mirror of Justice. For one year, she has lived in peace—tending bees in the Sussex cottage, watching Anna grow from a hollow child into a hopeful young woman, and learning to live without the whispers of the dead.But peace is an illusion.The silver mask hangs on the wall, its surface dark—but not empty. Something inside it is waking. Something that has been waiting for centuries. And when Anna's hand reaches for the mask, the past comes rushing back: the Progenitor's first transfer, Helena's first consumption, Madeleine's betrayal, and the terrible truth about the blood that runs through the Ashworth line.John is dying. His engineered cells are failing, his heart weak from a wound that should have killed him. Cassandra is searching for her lost daughter Elara, whose consciousness has been trapped in an orb since 1892. And somewhere beneath the streets of Vienna, a child is laughing. Anna. The real Anna—the one who drank the blood, who saw the future, who is coming for the fragments Eleanor still carries."e;The only way to break a chain is to stop believing it is a chain."e;The fifth book in the Sherlock Holmes – Mirror of Justice series plunges Eleanor into her most personal investigation yet: a journey through mirrors and memories, from the catacombs of Paris to the concert halls of Vienna, from the Ashworth crypts of Edinburgh to a villa on the Nile. She will face the woman she could become—old, alone, weeping behind a silver mask. She will face the child she failed. And she will make a choice that will either break the chain forever or bind it tighter than ever before.For readers who loved the atmospheric horror of Mexican Gothic and the intricate mysteries of The Seven and a Half Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle, this gothic thriller weaves together detection, dark fantasy, and the unbreakable bonds of found family. The dead are not gone. They are waiting. And they are hungry.