The Bone Collector's Daughter

<p>A rag-and-bone cart by lamplight. Bundles that shift when no wind blows. Debts the dead are still owed.</p><p>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 keeping pace with the wheels.</p><p>As the nights grow colder the daughter must decide what to return and what to keep - before the procession that gathers at the water's edge comes for its due.</p><p>The Bone Collector's Daughter is a Blackthorn Chapbook by Edwin Blackthorn - short chilling Gothic tales in the spirit of the Victorian penny dreadful meant to be read by lamplight when the house is quiet.</p>