Clara Sable has spent her whole life learning not to look into mirrors. Which is difficult, when mending them is your trade.

For thirty-five years, Clara has kept an uneasy truce with the glass. She can resilver a ruined two-hundred-year-old looking-glass back to bright life ? and she can do it, if she's careful, without ever meeting her own eye in the surface. Because for Clara, the surface is never empty. Old mirrors keep the last thing a dying person saw in them, and Clara is the one unlucky soul who can still see it.

So when a cold, strange letter summons her to remote Mordaunt Hall to restore its famous collection of looking-glasses, she almost refuses. She should have.

Out on the black moor, in a great house crouched beside a still, moonlit mere, the mirrors of Mordaunt have a great deal to show her ? a fall that was no accident, a face that isn't who everyone believes it to be, and a portrait that tells a comfortable lie. As Clara works her way deeper into the silvered glass, the household's polished calm begins to crack, and she realises the danger isn't only in the mirrors. Someone at Mordaunt has built a whole life on a beautiful deception ? and they will do anything to keep the glass from giving them away.

If you love:

- Atmospheric gothic manors, moonlit moors, and old family secrets
- A quiet, gifted heroine with a haunting touch of the uncanny
- Slow-burning, eerie whodunits that play fair to the final page
- Impostors, false portraits, and truths hidden in plain sight
- Cozy mysteries with chills and mood, but no gore and no spice

A hauntingly atmospheric standalone mystery for readers who know that a mirror never forgets ? and never quite lies.

Look into the glass. See who's really looking back.