He looked up at me with bloody lips. 'You were here first, and I have grown used to the taste of you now. You let me in, and here I am, forever yours till the end.'
They struck me, those words: I let him in. They haunted me for years. How could I possibly have let him in? I couldn't recall having done anything like that. Was it because I was wrong? Was that what allowed him to slip inside?
'And if I told you to leave, ' I asked. 'What would you do then?'
'You would never do that.' Pepper-Man gifted me a sharp-toothed smile.
'What would you be then but an angry little girl? It is too late for you now to be like your sister.'"
The eccentric elderly novelist Cassandra Tipp is missing, presumed dead. She has named her niece and nephew as the heirs to her estate, but only on the condition that they read the manuscript of her last book. In it, she promises to finally shed some light on what really happened to her as a child, and how her husband, Tommy Tipp, was killed. Cassandra always claimed that as a girl she had been lured away and fed upon by fairies and that Tommy's death years later was an accident. However, Cassandra's psychologist offers a more ordinary, but equally horrible, explanation.
This book is not what I was expecting at all, which is not to say I was disappointed by it. Far from it! However, having noted from the publisher's blurb that it involved fairies, I was expecting a more conventional fantasy, not this dark, ambiguous tale of a girl who should have been protected from predators, which come in all shapes and sizes.