Thrust into political intrigue from beyond the grave, can a boy rise from the depths of despair to become an unlikely hero? A feudal Japan coming of age fantasy!

A curious lack of corpses. A slew of snobbish suspects. Can this sightless amateur sleuth pinpoint a killer?

“Oh, thank goodness!“ Pierce said, relief flushing over his rich-bad-boy features. “I wasn't sure you'd be home. Is Dai available?“

I gave him my most displeased frown. “You should have called. You can't just show up at a young lady's house whenever you please.“

“There wasn't time, Jacques. This is important.“

My usual retort of “It's Jacques, not Jackie“ rose in my throat, but I clamped my mouth shut before it could escape.

British elites, American snobs, and a murder. Can a blind Chinese young woman and her friends ferret out the killer?