Praise for
WICKED LITTLE DEEDS
A book to keep you up all night from the queen of creepy little towns. Kat Ellis wields an oppressive atmosphere like a sharply honed blade and creates suspense as thick as the mist on Burden Bridge. Brilliantly sharp with a cast of characters youll love (or love to hate), Wicked Little Deeds is a perfectly blended cocktail of curses, suspense and superstition that had me holding my breath until the last page and will haunt me long after reading. There are eyes everywhere in Burden Falls after reading this youll be scared to close yours.
Sera Milano, This Can Never Not be Real
Riverdale meets The Haunting of Hill House in this gorgeously gruesome tale of dark secrets, family feuds and local supernatural legends.
Amy McCaw, Mina and the Undead
Wicked Little Deeds is such a creepy, twisty and atmospheric thriller. With a Stephen King-like eye for small town detail, Kat Ellis really knows how to get under your skin and drive suspense. I swear I saw Dead-Eyed Sadie in my window
Amy McCulloch, The Magpie Society: One for Sorrow
Kat Ellis has done it again! With wry, dark humour and a deliciously creepy mystery, Wicked Little Deeds is as alluring as a Thorn Blood Apple Sour, and twice as entertaining.
Dawn Kurtagich, The Dead House
Cinematic, clever and creepy, with a main character that leaps off the page. Wicked Little Deeds ticks off all my moody thriller boxes.
Goldy Moldavsky, The Last Girl and Kill the Boy Band
Praise for
HARROW LAKE
Scream meets The Babadook in small-town USA. This book made my retro-horror-loving heart sing.
Kirsty Logan, The Gracekeepers
Harrow Lake is a captivating and creeping mystery full of brilliantly twisting turns and dark secrets. Youll hear Mister Jitters in the deadly whisper of the pages as you race through this chilling, thrilling book.
Holly Jackson, A Good Girls Guide to Murder
This dark and twisty book will keep you gripped to the very last page and give you sleepless nights. Atmospheric and beautifully written, Harrow Lake is a five-star must-read.
Sarah J. Harris, The Colour of Bee Larkhams Murder
What a thrill-ride Harrow Lake is. If you like Stephen King, youd be mad not to snap this up.
Cass Green, In a Cottage In a Wood
A taut, twisting and terrifying read that takes no prisoners as it carves and claws its way into your nightmares. Expect more than just jitters
Melinda Salisbury, Hold Back the Tide
With its creeping dread and unspooling secrets, Harrow Lake feels like an Alfred Hitchcock film in YA novel form. Thrilling, terrifying and utterly compelling. Deserves to be a summer blockbuster!
Katherine Webber, Wing Jones
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Deliciously creepy
Amy McCulloch
A five-star must-read
Sarah J. Harris
Taut, twisting and terrifying
Melinda Salisbury
Thrilling, terrifying and utterly compelling
Katherine Webber
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Toms family have moved into their dream home. But pretty soon Tom starts to notice that something is very wrong there are strange messages written on the wall and locks on the bedroom doors. On the outside.
The previous owners have moved just across the road and they seem like the perfect family. Their daughter Amy is beautiful and enigmatic but Tom is sure shes got something to hide. And he isnt going to stop until he finds the truth behind those locked doors
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Other titles by Kat Ellis:
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First published 2021
Text copyright Kat Ellis, 2021
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Cover photographs: Adrian Infernus & Aedrian/Unsplash, Nick Berry/Shutterstock
ISBN: 978-0-241-39707-7
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For Ian, as always, but also in memory of Pilot a most excellent cat and constant writing companion. I miss you, my boy.
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CHAPTER ONE
A year after I (almost) died
The manor echoes as I walk along its hallways. It sounds like a tomb and I would know.
I stop at every room, checking to make sure I havent left anything behind. Not the furniture or the paintings; not the grand piano I never had the patience to learn to play. All those things are long gone, either sold or dragged out of here by the movers. No, what Im doing is cataloguing, mapping every corner of every room in the place I grew up. Fixing it all in my memory like Im sealing it in wax. Thorn Manor, the home of my parents, and all the Thorns who came before.
Here is my parents room, with the wallpaper covered in songbirds, and the big bay window where Mom used to spend Sundays reading because she said it had the best light.
Here is Dads office, which was always officially off-limits, though he kept a box of my favourite candies in the top drawer of his big walnut desk for whenever I snuck in to see him. The room is an empty box now, with only faint impressions on the blue walls where Dads nineties grunge posters used to hang.
Here is Grandpas study, where his green wingback chair sat next to that dark oak fireplace. The scent of pipe smoke and apples still clings to this room, like hes become a part of it. Mom wouldve said its his ghost, And theres always room for one more in Thorn Manor.
Uncle Ty and Carolyns room still has a few boxes left inside the last items theyll be bringing to the new cottage. Its almost time for the three of us to leave. Were the last in a long line of Thorns to live in this house, and after today Ill never set foot inside it again. Which sucks balls, actually.