A reluctant medium. A meddling dowager. A séance that could unravel everything.
Miss Tessa Preston has sworn off communing with spirits, preferring solitude over séances. But when the eccentric Dame Hartwell insists on her attendance at a drawing-room gathering, Tessa finds herself entangled in spectral schemes and societal expectations. Can she navigate the ghostly tumult and protect those she cares about?
Tessa imagined all the ways in which she could reveal Sylvia’s ineptitude. She let her gaze sweep over the room, playing along for now.
“What do the spirits want of me?” When Madam Sylvia did not respond, Tessa turned to her, ready to witness more inane dramatics. What she saw instead gave her a start.
Madam Sylvia bolted upright, her spine rod straight. She threw her head back so that her careful auburn coiffure fell to her shoulders. Her hands clawed at her neck in a gentle, hypnotic manner.
The audience held their breath after a collective, horrified gasp.
Tropes: Gaslamp fantasy, comedy of manners, BIPOC historical heroine, kicking butt in all her finery, snarky uncle
