Enter the deliciously warped world of Beneath a Black Moon, the debut novel of author Benjamin Hanstein …
God and the Moon, but Mab has had better evenings. First, she’s booed off the stage at the Magnus (despite a perfectly suitable turn as Lady Marmalade) and chased all the way up Mulberry Street. There, her poor throat is slashed by an ex-lover’s razor. Then, she’s sent to Hell, wallowing amidst the mud and sinners. How can a hard-luck actress’ evening get any worse?
Well, she could get dragged back into an oafish clerk’s corpse and given one week to solve a depraved murder in a haunted city full of depraved murderers. That might be worse.
Still, the company’s tolerable—cannibal witch packs, British spies and fanatical Confessors, not to mention the mathematical soothsayer that may or may not be Mab’s estranged sister. And the job is plenty interesting, what with the Better Tomorrow Society trying to destroy the world and all.
Anywhere else—anyone else—and she might just stay in Hell. But this is Mab and Manhattan, beneath the Black Moon.
So let’s hit the houselights, cue the curtain and mind the storm drains.
And, please, whatever you do … don’t look up.