Letters from a darker, stranger seventeenth century.

Once a month, I write from inside the world of Clouded in Clerkenwell. Explore a poison hidden in a paint box, a real anatomist and what he did next door, and the city on the eve of a war it didn't see coming.

Join, and I'll send you chapters two and three of Clouded in Clerkenwell to begin, then a letter each month. Subscribers are the first to know when the book is ready to read in full.