Moïra Fowley-Doyle

The day after the funeral all our mourning clothes hung out on the line like sleeping bats. 'This will be really embarrassing,' I kept saying to my family, 'when she shows up at the door in a week or two.' When Deena's wild and mysterious sister Mandy disappears - presumed dead - her family are heartbroken. But Mandy has always been troubled. It's just another bad thing to happen to Deena's family. Only Deena refuses to believe it's true. And then the letters start arriving. Letters from Mandy, claiming that their family's blighted history is not just bad luck or bad decisions - but a curse, handed down through the generations. Mandy has gone in search of the curse's roots, and now Deena must find her. What they find will heal their family's rotten past - or rip it apart forever.

A bewitching, dark and beautiful debut novel about a girl living in the shadow of a mysterious curse. It's the accident season, the same time every year. Bones break, skin tears, bruises bloom. The accident season has been part of seventeen-year-old Cara's life for as long as she can remember. Towards the end of October, foreshadowed by the deaths of many relatives before them, Cara's family becomes inexplicably accident-prone. They banish knives to locked drawers, cover sharp table edges with padding, switch off electrical items - but injuries follow wherever they go, and the accident season becomes an ever-growing obsession and fear. But why are they so cursed? And how can they break free?

One stormy summer night, Olive and her best friend, Rose, begin to lose things. It starts with simple items like hair clips and jewellery, but soon it’s clear that Rose has lost something bigger; something she won’t talk about. Then Olive meets three wild, mysterious strangers: Ivy, Hazel and Rowan. Like Rose, they’re mourning losses - and holding tight to secrets. When they discover the ancient spellbook, full of hand-inked charms to conjure back lost things, they realise it might be their chance to set everything right. Unless it’s leading them towards secrets that were never meant to be found . . .

What will the end of the world look like? Will it be an old man slowly turned to gold, flowers raining from the sky, or a hole cut through the wire fencing that keeps the monsters out? Is it someone you love wearing your face, or a good old fashioned inter-dimensional summoning? Does it sound like a howl outside the window, or does it look like coming home? This startling and irresistibly witty collection from the phenomenally talented Moïra Fowley is an exploration of all our darkest impulses and deepest fears.

Cara y su familia tienen una rutina poco común. Cada año, de forma tanto inexplicable como inamovible, ellos se ven envueltos en alguna clase de accidente. Algunos años sólo deja secuelas leves, como rasguños y cortes, otros, esta repetición llega con mayor fuerza, como la vez en que el padre de Cara murió. Y todo parece indicar que este año, cuando ella, su exhermanastro Sam y su mejor amigo Brea cumplen 17, será malo. Pero no por las razones que ellos imaginan. Éste es el año en que Cara quedará irremediablemente enamorada. Éste es el año en que Cara experimentará por primera vez los dolorosos secretos en torno a la vida adulta. Éste es el año en que Cara descubrirá que no todos los golpes son palpables: detrás de cada moretón y contusión hay un oscuro secreto familiar escondido hace mucho tiempo.