I really enjoy reading Chris Wooding’s novels. (I also recommend Poison.) There’s something very dark and weird to the worlds he creates, and it makes the stories edgy and exciting. The Haunting of Alaizabel Cray is no exception.
Set in an alternate universe of Victorian London, there are more than just famous serial killers (in this case, it’s Stitch-face) to worry about. Ever since the city was bombed, wych-kin have been appearing in the Old Quarter. They kill, possess, steal babies, and just generally do bad stuff. They’re the things of nightmares, of fairy tales, the things that go bump in the night. And they just keep coming.