The Widow's Lament.A mourning veil. A whisper in the night. A lament that will not end.When a young widow takes rooms by the churchyard in Whitethorn, she believes grief will be her only companion. But as the nights grow long and the fog gathers, she begins to hear footsteps that do not belong, whispers that carry her name, and the tolling of a bell that no living hand has rung.As sorrow deepens into dread, the townsfolk whisper of debts unpaid and voices returned fr...

Christmas Eve in Whitethorn. Frost on the churchyard stones. A bell that tolls names that should not yet be spoken.Carols drift from St Jude's and candles bloom against the dark, but unease lies under every ribbon and wreath. The village keeps its old custom of reading the year's departed—until, during the service itself, the bell begins to toll on its own. The sound does not count the dead. It calls the living.Agnes Wetherby, newly come to Whitethorn, is drawn into a tangl...

Cullercoats knows fog. But this fog—the haar—comes in wrong: bell buoy tolling with no swell, lantern light turned sickly, footfalls on the pier where no boots should be. Fishermen bring nets ashore threaded with names. The lifeboat house door stands open to the sea as if answering a call no one gave. And on the harbour wall, a figure of salt keeps the count.When the wraith begins to take what the village "owes"—a drowned man's min...

The Gaslight ApparitionA lamplighter's duty. A flame that will not hold. A shadow that walks beside the light.In the fog-choked streets of Whitethorn, the lamplighters tend their nightly trade. Each flame banishes the dark — yet one man discovers a lantern that refuses to keep its fire. Where its glow falters, a shape waits in the mist, watching, waiting, following him from street to street.As whispers spread of an apparition bound to the gaslight itself, the lam...

The House Of AshesA house burned, yet not forgotten. Ashes that whisper in the wind.On the edge of the Whitethorn moor stands the ruin of a house once filled with laughter and warmth. Long ago it burned, leaving only charred beams and stone walls blackened against the sky.But when a wandering stranger seeks shelter in the ruin, he finds the fire has not gone out entirely. Shadows move in the scorched rooms, footsteps echo in the hollow halls, and vo...

A bell that speaks too soon. An undertaker who keeps the count. A town that listens for its own name.Samuel Hargreaves has tended Whitethorn's dead for thirty years, laying out the bodies, signing the register, and tolling the bell that marks a life's last measure. But the bell has begun to speak without his hand—ringing in the small hours, calling names that belong to the living. The town whispers of debts unpaid and coffins that feel too light. Samuel swears he keeps an honest co...

At the edge of the Durham hills, where the Tanfield tracks vanish into fog and soot, the old tithe is still taken.When the body of a railway worker is found at Andrews House Station, his pockets filled with coal dust and coins blackened by age, few dare speak of what really happened. Fewer still remember the story of the offering left on the tracks each winter's eve — a payment for safe passage, and for silence.Drawn back to the line he once swore to forget, Thomas Ellard f...

A rag-and-bone cart by lamplight. Bundles that shift when no wind blows. Debts the dead are still owed.In Whitethorn's back lanes, the rag-and-bone trade keeps to its quiet rounds. But when a girl inherits her father's nightly route, she finds the cart laden with more than scrap: whispers stitched into sacking, bones miscounted, and a name that should never have been taken. The townsfolk avert their eyes; the ledger will not balance; and something walks at the edge of the lamplight...

Three notes. A breath. A late step. After a storm rakes the North-East coast, a hymn begins to carry on the wind around Tynemouth Priory—and an old bell seems to answer from nowhere. When a salt-scarred choir book washes up at the foot of the cliff, a handful of locals—watch-house keepers, a lifeboat volunteer, and a stubborn parish clerk—set out to return a name to its rightful place and teach the coast how to finish a song it started a century ago.The Drowned Choir of Tynemouth P...

From New York Times Bestseller and BookTok sensation Rina Kent comes a gripping arranged marriage mafia romance, the first generation of the Legacy of Gods series.When powers clash...In the mafia world, women don’t reign.I’m the exception of that rule.I didn’t choose this life, it chose me.I have a legacy to protect, a power to snat...

From New York Times Bestseller and BookTok sensation Rina Kent comes a gripping arranged marriage mafia romance, the first generation of the Legacy of Gods series.When vengeance strikes.You don’t know me, but I know you.I’m the shadow that creeps behind you without notice.The moment you see me, you’re dead.An assassin. A killer. A n...

From New York Times Bestseller and BookTok sensation Rina Kent comes the thrilling Empire series where power, obsession, and dark desires collide.My Boss. My Sin.I’m not the type who has one-night stands.It wasn’t supposed to happen, okay?A couple of drinks and a sinful British accent later and I’m in bed with a stranger.Of course, I left first thing in the morning because I...