![]() But when her fellow bloodmaids begin to go missing in the night, Marion is thrust into a vicious game of cat and mouse. Lisavet is magnetic, charismatic, seductive - and Marion is eager to please her new mistress. And she takes a special interest in Marion. Loved and feared in equal measure, she presides over this hedonistic court. There, Marion is swept into a world of dark debauchery - and there, at the centre of it all is her. In a matter of days, she finds herself at the notorious House of Hunger. ![]() Though she knows little about the far north - where wealthy nobles live in luxury and drink the blood of those in their service - Marion applies to the position. Despite longing to leave the city and its miseries, she has no real hope of escape until the day she spots a strange advertisement in the newspaper, seeking a 'bloodmaid'. Marion Shaw has been raised in the slums, where want and deprivation are all she knows. Must have a keen proclivity for life's finer pleasures. WANTED: A bloodmaid of exceptional taste. ![]() 'An unforgettable feast of decadence and depravity, House of Hunger cements Henderson's place as one of the great gothic writers of our generation.' S T GIBSON, author of A Dowry of BloodĪ young woman is drawn into the upper echelons of a society where blood is power in this dark and enthralling Gothic novel from the author of The Year of the Witching. 'A lurid, luscious debauch of a book.' Guardian ![]() NOMINATED FOR BEST HORROR NOVEL in the GOODREADS READERS CHOICE AWARDS. ![]()
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