Why buy this book?
- A shocking but deeply moving historical drama that will keep you gripped right up until the last page
- If you like THE CRIMSON PETAL AND THE WHITE and the novels of Sarah Waters you will love this
About the book
When fifteen-year-old Queenie escapes from the squalid slums of nineteenth-century London, she has no idea about the dangers of the dark world she is about to become embroiled in. Initially thrilled at being taken on as a maid for the seemingly respectable Waters sisters, Queenie comes to realise that something is very wrong with the dozens of strangely silent babies being 'adopted' into the household.
Meanwhile, lonely and unloved sixteen-year-old Ellen is delighted when her handsome and charming young cousin Jacob is sent to live with her family. She thinks she has finally found a man to fall in love with and rely on, but when Jacob cruelly betrays her she finds herself once again at the mercy of her cold-hearted father. Soon the girls' lives become irrevocably entwined in this tension-filled drama. THE QUIETNESS is a novel of friendship and trust in the darkest of settings.
More about this Book
If you want to know more about the history behind the story, there is an interactive ebook available for £0.99 in the iBookstore that features interactive maps of the real life crimes, interviews with the curator of the Foundling Museum, information about childbirth at the time and lots more. Watch below for a preview and click here to go to the ebook in the iBookstore.
"PENNY A LOT...FINE RUSSETS! or "EIGHT A PENNY, STUNNING PEARS!"
It was the worst of days. Queenie and Da had been shouting themselves hoarse for hours; Da with his tray of apples strung round his neck and Queenie with a basket of pears balanced on her head. On good days they could easily take two shillings and Mam would buy a bit of bacon and butter to have with their bread, and sometimes they'd have 'taters, roasted crisp in the fire. But today was different. They hadn't even made enough pennies for a hot pie and a glass of beer.
Da swore under his breath, "Sod this for a trade. How's a man to wet his bleedin' throat?" His face had turned red and Queenie knew his temper would soon be flaring. "Come on my gal," he suddenly shouted. "If the beggars won't come to us, we'll go to them."
The room inside was long and low, the floorboards rotten and covered with dirty remains of straw. The air was thick with tobacco smoke and the sour smell of vomit. Customers crowded around the bar drinking; painted women groaned and cursed, and men with red, bloated faces and beady eyes reached out their hands to grab at her flesh.
"Here's a pretty one ripe for the plucking," said a voice.
Hot breath so close she could taste it.
"Over here missy. A penny for a kiss and a feel of your arse."
A shiny brown penny was lying on the floor. As Queenie bent to pick it up, stubby fingers found their way up her skirt and prodded at her where they shouldn't. The pears fell from her apron, but the penny was warm in her hand. She stood up and looked around at the leering faces.
"A PENNY FOR A FEEL OF A RIPE, JUICY ARSE!" she shouted, and ten minutes later she was back on the street with a handful of coins and the rain cooling the burning of her cheeks.
Letter from the editor
Sarah Odedina, Managing Director
£1.00 for a single book
FREE for two or more books
£5.00 for the first book
+ £2.00 for each additional book
Having trouble adding to cart? Make sure you've accepted cookies at the top of the screen.