In the winter of 1887 Sioux war parties scalped women and children on the banks of Manchester’s river Irwell when Buffalo Bills Wild West show came to England for Queen Victoria’s Jubilee.
It started on the journey. Two weeks out of Boston and cholera crept on board turning the crew into pale, dysentery ridden ghosts. The ship stank like ripe fruit as intestinal juices and bile pooled in the walkways, drying on the decks wooden surface like bone glue, sticky and sweet, drawing flies. On the third week people started to disappear. First the children, the quiet-sly ones who no one missed then the old and sick to whom a watery grave might have looked better than the pain and fever. The old ones said then that a Skin walker travelled on board, an abomination that wore the face of a man but walked the Witchery Way.
Now something that should never have left the old world is free. Something hiding in the mind of senile old man who thinks himself a boy. Something old as the stars and cruel as the sea. He calls himself The Trickster…
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