Science is the domain of the great and powerful men of the Faculty; or so they think. But a murder is about to change everything.
Preview:
The night of the murder had a strange drawn-out quality, but the days that followed were worse: a subdued numbness set upon the Faculty that none of us could shake.
None had known the woman particularly well–although she had indeed brought us tea every mid-morning and fruit cakes in the evening. And now, of course, she was dead.
Read:
Michael Scott Hand 