Uncle Zeedie is weird, but at least he's rich and his house is amazing. That's what George and Lacey tell themselves when they arrive at his isolated mansion in the Welsh woods.
Only something here is worse than weird. Uncle Zeedie seems unhinged, serving them rotten food, and skulking around at night. The house is decaying, blood stained, and stinks of sour milk. And George is seeing kids that aren't there. They're dead, these kids.
And if the rumours are right, Uncle Zeedie is the one who's killing them.
Colm Field gets called ‘Colin’ a lot. He doesn’t help himself by mumbling his words a lot of the time, except in his job as a builder, when he winds up shouting instead. He lives in London with his three kids and his partner. Colm is happiest when he’s excitedly writing a new story on his rusty old phone and his favourite mode of transport is walking, so obviously his debut children's novel is about high-speed multiverse-hopping on everything but feet.
