Starkweather’s inventory, which had been eating the time and energy of the Samuel Mather Parrington Museum staff for months now. Lucent and I were in that storeroom only because of Dr. There, clearly visible, were the bones of a hand, clawed into the absence of mortar as if whoever they had belonged to had died trying to dig through that brick wall with his bare hands.

“No, really.” I wedged my fingers into the crack, cringing from the possibility of touching the bones all the mortar was cracking and weak, and the upper brick came away easily. “ Bones? The dust has gone to your head.” “Bones,” I said, still staring at that crack in the bricks. I lost my grip on the box it fell and broke, sending yellowing holograph pages in all directions. I was lifting a box when I saw them, saw the gap between the bricks where the mortar had fallen away and then the whitish-yellow gleam of bone. THE BONE KEY: THE VENEBRETTI NECKLACE, Part One These ten stories draw museum archivist Kyle Murchison Booth from the safety of his scholarly work into the darkness of both the supernatural and the human psyche, where he will uncover secrets held for decades and learn truths about himself he would rather never have known.

EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT! Here’s a sneak peek at The Bone Key, the new collection of necromantic mysteries by Sarah Monette (author of Mélusine and The Virtu).

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