The Green Eyes of Bâst
Dr. Damar Greefe is walking home through fog-shrouded London when he feels eyes upon him, green eyes, cat-like and ancient. When he turns, there's only emptiness. Then Sir Marcus Coverly is found dead in a crate bound for Egypt, and Greefe is pulled into a mystery that reaches back to pharaohs and the blood-red worship of Bâst, the cat goddess. Someone is trafficking in old gods and older murders. His former love, Isobel Merlin, is tangled in the webs. The green eyes return, watching, waiting. London has never felt so dark, so ancient, so full of teeth. This is vintage occult detective fiction, genre-defining pulp from the author who gave us Fu Manchu. It is for readers who want their mysteries with a supernatural bite, their London fog thick with menace.
