She lost her memory – will she lose her life?
Superb crime fiction from ‘A star in our galaxy of crime writers’ FINANCIAL TIMES
‘The mistress of unease’ DAILY TELEGRAPH
Mrs Anderson is starting to forget where she has put things, what she has bought, or even eaten. Living alone in a rambling mansion, she is isolated from the town.
But Mrs Anderson has a visitor. A young man comes every night, through the dining room window. He helps himself to food and money, and has even made himself comfortable in the attic. A young man who enjoys power, he might take over the whole house and make it his. It’s a place where no one will think to look for him, where no one will find him – no matter what he’s done.
Superb crime fiction from ‘A star in our galaxy of crime writers’ FINANCIAL TIMES
‘The mistress of unease’ DAILY TELEGRAPH
Mrs Anderson is starting to forget where she has put things, what she has bought, or even eaten. Living alone in a rambling mansion, she is isolated from the town.
But Mrs Anderson has a visitor. A young man comes every night, through the dining room window. He helps himself to food and money, and has even made himself comfortable in the attic. A young man who enjoys power, he might take over the whole house and make it his. It’s a place where no one will think to look for him, where no one will find him – no matter what he’s done.
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Reviews
A star in our galaxy of crime writers
A gripping thriller
Like the author, the novels are robust and uncompromising, and displayed sympathy for the underdog ... Yorke practised deception artfully and with style
A superior example of the mounting claustrophobia school of crime writing
Mistress of the skilfully spun suspense novel
The mistress of unease
Few authors are better than Margaret Yorke in generating a real sense of fear
Yorke leads us gently and persuasively to a powerful climax
Yorke has an extraordinary feel for the passions that lurk beneath unremarkable facades
