“His eyes were deep-sunk. And over them, from the brows to the cheek-bone, hung cobwebs. Thick, grey cobwebs…”

Three tales of the restless dead, by the master of the English ghost story.

In Rats a reading holiday in a quiet coastal inn is thrown into confusion by a horribly thin Something in the neighbouring room. In An Evening’s Entertainment a blackberry thicket on a country lane conceals the site of a blasphemous and bloody ritual. And in The Tractate Middoth the bookstacks of a University Library are host to an unnaturally strong smell of dust… 

There are no safe spaces in the world of M R James.

 “The perfect mix of humour, warmth, apprehension and profound unease. A most pleasing terror…”   The Sunday Times