Twit

ONEThe wind was howling like a wolf outside, and the piano sounded sour. In the faint candlelight, the keys looked yellow instead of white, as though the sourness was leaking ...

TWOThe piano stool scraped back across the floor as I stood up. ‘Are you out of your mind?’ I demanded. ‘To do something like that would take—my dynamo wouldn’t stand ...

THREE‘Mother’a Mercy,’ Kettlesing said. ‘And then what happened?’ ‘He told me to be ready to proceed at a moment’s notice, and then called for the maid to show me out.’ ...

FOURLenore died the same night. I was downstairs in the cold drawing room, sitting at the piano, turning through the unused sheets of music. A maid had come in and ...

FIVEI’d given Justine the evening off, so I had to prepare the wash water myself. I was too tired to wait for a whole bath, so I heated enough water ...

K, so I went ahead and did some editing re Lenore and emotion and moral compasses and all, so hopefully the first few chapters fit a bit better now. That's ...

In which there is talk of brains, and a new visitor comes to the lecture

1 (ii) The coffee house was small but fairly clean, with cracked windows and a smoke-stained ceiling. A thick fog of smoke and coffee fumes filled the room, and everyone ...

1 The letter was propped up against the teapot and morning muffins. I pulled out my chair and sat down, reaching for the cup of tea Effie had already poured. ...

TWO I finished my anatomy lecture at St Bart’s a little after one, but was kept behind by a student wishing to discuss the merits of Paracelsus over Galen. Swift ...

This is an extract from my WIP, which is set in mid-Victorian London. Here the narrator (Victor) is trying to bring a dead girl (Lenore) back to life. I saw ...