“ A sharp, terrifying exploration of the bonds and limitations of childhood friendships and of secrets that refuse to remain buried. Prepare to be surprised again and again, even until the final page ”
Michelle Richmond, bestselling author of The Marriage Pact
“ Absolutely brilliant. Witty, insightful, clever, thoughtful, mysterious, gripping, nostalgic and utterly compelling. This book has bestseller written all over it ”
C. L. Taylor, bestselling author of The Escape
“ Compelling, taut and so very, very chilling. This book will haunt you ”
Claire Douglas, bestselling author of Last Seen Alive
“ The pace was perfectly judged, the characters superbly drawn and there's a creeping sense of unease that starts with the prologue and grows throughout the book. And then that ending! ”
James Oswald, bestselling author of the Inspector McLean series
“ An unpredictable and engaging thriller: sinister, tragic, and with a beautifully rendered sense of time and place. That final page still haunts me ”
Helen Callaghan, bestselling author of Dear Amy
“ Kept me up until five in the morning. Wonderfully written ”
Kimberley Chambers, bestselling author of Backstabber
“ An utterly gripping read, with an ending that will make the hairs on the back of your neck bristle ”
Karen Perry, bestselling author of Can You Keep a Secret?
“ A page-turning thriller that draws simple but terrifying lines about evil and the haunting nature of childhood. Flip open the first page and you'll curl up all night ”
Julia Heaberlin,bestselling author of Black-Eyed Susans
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The girl’s head rested on a small pile of orange-and-brown leaves.
Her almond eyes stared up at the canopy of sycamore, beech and oak, but they didn’t see the tentative fingers of sunlight that poked through the branches and sprinkled the woodland floor with gold. They didn’t blink as shiny black beetles scurried over their pupils. They didn’t see anything any more, except darkness.
A short distance away, a pale hand stretched out from its own small shroud of leaves as if searching for help, or reassurance that it was not alone. None was to be found. The rest of her body lay out of reach, hidden in other secluded spots around the woods.
Close by, a twig snapped, loud as a firecracker in the stillness, and a flurry of birds exploded out of the undergrowth. Someone approached.Continue Reading