Silent Dead

CASPAR MALEMAYN HAS NOT HEARD SILENCE IN FIFTEEN YEARS.He’s the necromancer at Nightshade & Co., the Bloomsbury agency that takes the cases the police can’t close, and the dead never stop talking to him. Silver and strong tea hold the voices to a murmur. He stopped expecting more a long time ago.Then the Met sends him a body that won’t speak. Then another. Someone is unwriting London’s dead, cleanly and without leaving a mark, and no one at the agency that raised him will say why it frightens them.Bran Mortlake is the still man at the edge of every scene, who won’t say what he is or why he was there. Within ten yards of him the voices stop - his first quiet in fifteen years, and the same silence he has been standing over on a mortuary table. He has every reason to think Bran is doing the killing. He wants him anyway.Behind the black door in Bloomsbury there is an archivist who feeds him, a fixer who walks the perimeter, an analyst half his age with a dataset nobody will look at, and a man who answers in writing. They are the nearest thing Caspar has to a family. Every one of them is keeping something from him.Each one they lose goes further than dead. To follow what’s taking them, Caspar will have to strip off every piece of silver he owns and let London in - and trust the one man he can’t prove is innocent to hold him through it.'I see what you are, and I am here.'Dark paranormal romance - MMPrime suspect to partner - forced proximity - touch-starved - hurt/comfort - found family - slow burn - open door - HEAStandalone romance, ongoing series arc.Dark MM paranormal romance with a procedural spine, set in a contemporary London where the records are the weapon and the archives are the crime scene. For readers who want their queer romance dark, their magic rule-bound, and their murders properly solved. First in an ongoing series.