'What some might call beauty, I find monstrous' In the age of the Faerie Queene, Elizabeth I, Lord Francis Rodermere starts to lay waste to a forest. Furious, the sorceress who dwells there scrawls a
'shades of Sarah Waters...irresistible' - The Guardian'I would like to make myself the heroine of this story - an innocent victim led astray. But alas sir, I would be lying...'London, 1756: In Newgate
