The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle

To even attempt it, liars must believe themselves to be cleverer than the person they’re lying to, an assumption he finds grotesquely insulting.

Nothing grows in this man but greed.

How lost do you have to be to let the devil lead you home?

Of all Blackheath’s tricks, being exposed to every unpleasant side of a person you once considered a friend is surely the cruellest

It’s so close. I can almost see another face, hear another plea. Another woman I failed to save, who I came to Blackheath to... what?

back when a young Millicent Derby summered here with Ravencourt and the Hardcastles, when children played in the forest without fear, their parents enjoying parties and music, laughter and singing.

How glorious it must have been.

she’s surprised. Upset even. And rather oddly, so is Stanwin

Keith Parker, the stable boy.’

‘What stable boy? What are you talking about, man

They say Charlie Carver killed Master Thomas, sir.’

Perhaps,’ says Hardcastle, ‘but I’ve read my Dante, Philip. Not all hells are created equal. Now, what do you say?’