Laura Carlin

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Laura Carlin left school at sixteen to work in retail banking and it was only after leaving her job to write full-time that she discovered her passion for storytelling and exploring pockets of history through fiction. 

She lives in a book-filled house in beautiful rural Derbyshire with her family and a very naughty cat. When she's not writing she enjoys walking in the surrounding countryside. 

Current Publication:

THE WICKED COMETH - Hodder & Stoughton - February 2018

Down the murky alleyways of London, acts of unspeakable wickedness are taking place and the city's vulnerable poor are disappearing from the streets. Out of these shadows comes Hester White, a bright young woman who is desperate to escape the slums by any means possible.

When Hester is thrust into the world of the aristocratic Brock family, she leaps at the chance to improve her station in life under the tutelage of the fiercely intelligent and mysterious Rebekah Brock.

But whispers from her past slowly begin to poison her new life and both she and Rebekah are lured into the most sinister of investigations, dragging them into the blackest heart of a city where something more depraved than either of them could ever imagine is lurking...

Praise for THE WICKED COMETH:

'Fans of vintage Sarah Waters will love this chilling novel' - Red magazine

'A deliciously dark confection of a novel' - Ruth Hogan, author of The Keeper of Lost Things

'Carlin's great at conjuring up an image of darkest 1800s London' - Stylist

Fiction

Publication DetailsNotes
2018

Hodder & Stoughton

HISTORY BELONGS TO THE WICKED.
The year is 1831. Down the murky alleyways of London, acts of unspeakable wickedness are taking place and no one is willing to speak out on behalf of the city's vulnerable poor as they disappear from the streets.
Out of these shadows comes Hester White, a bright young woman who is desperate to escape the slums by any means possible...
THE WICKED COMETH will take readers on a heart-racing journey through backstreets swathed with fog to brightly lit country houses; from the libraries and colleges of gentlemen, to sawdust-strewn gin palaces where ne'er-do-wells drink and scheme.