In the fog-shrouded closes of Victorian Edinburgh, some secrets are best left buried. But when Eleanor Vale's sister, Margaret, vanishes without a trace, she must dig them up.

Armed with only her sister's cryptic journal , Eleanor is plunged into a world she has long denied, a world of whispered forbidden rituals, and the city's shadowed history. The journal speaks of a desperate séance gone terribly wrong , of a name,, that should never have been spoken , and of a relentless presence that now haunts the Vale family: a child in a hospital gown who waits in the rain, her eyes hollow voids.

Eleanor's investigation leads her from the city's dust-choked antiquarian bookshops to the forgotten plague vaults slumbering beneath the South Bridge a labyrinth of stone and misery that seems to breathe with a life of its own. The deeper she delves, the more reality itself begins to fray at the edges. Clocks freeze at the same impossible hour , reflections in the glass move with a will of their own , and the tolling of a single, unseen bell marks a countdown only she can hear.

The thing that took Margaret is not content with one sister. It has tasted the Vale family's desperation, and now it knows Eleanor's name. It has been waiting for her. Because in Edinburgh, the darkest horrors aren't ghosts. They are the stories that find their way back to those who dare to listen.

Perfect for fans of Shirley Jackson, Susan Hill, and the suffocating atmosphere of classic gothic horror, Eleanor Vale is a chilling journey into a city where the past is never truly dead. Dare to turn the page and discover what waits in the darkness, just be warned, some stories, once read, never let you go.