Alexia Tarabotti is labouring under a great many social tribulations. First, she has no soul. Second, she’s a spinster whose father is both Italian and dead. Third, she was rudely attacked by a vampire, breaking all standards of etiquette.
Peter Grant, a lowly bobby in London’s Metropolitan Police, is guarding a murder scene, as per proper protocol, when he meets a witness. Unfortunately, the witness is dead, on account of him being a ghost, but that doesn’t stop the doggedly determined Peter from taking a statement. This brings Peter to the attention of DI Thomas Nightingale, the Police Force’s only wizard.
Myfanwy (pronounced like Tiffany but with an M) finds herself stood in the pouring London rain, surrounded by bodies, and with no memory. In her pocket is a letter, a letter from her old self with two choices. Run? Or find out who did this to her?
Sophronia Temminick is the kind of wild, willful, tomboyish daughter that is simply not acceptable in polite society. Fortunately for Sophronia’s mother, there’s a highly esteemed finishing school willing to take her on, although Sophronia soon learns that the elite school doesn’t actually offer the same kind of ‘finishing’ that Mrs Temminick was hoping for.
In the upmarket retirement village of Coopers Chase, Joyce was quietly enjoying her shepherds pie when Elizabeth dropped by her table to ask about murder. And so began Joyce’s initiation into the Thursday Murder Club, an exclusive society operating out of the Jigsaw Room, and led by the indomitable Elizabeth, where four septuagenarians discuss murders for fun.