Mosse, Kate
Young Frederick Watson steps out of the bright April sunshine of Toulouse, 1933, and into an antiquarian bookshop clutching a letter written in medieval Occitan. When the bespectacled bookseller gasps at the letter's contents - it's all about bones, dust and darkness - Frederick sits down at the back of the shop with a thick tumbler of brandy to tell a chilling tale that neatly sprinkles a little ancient French history on to the traditional ingredients of the campfire ghost story.