THE DEAD DON’T STAY DEAD—ESPECIALLY ROYALTY.
London, 1831. The city teems with secrets, science, and shadows—and one of those shadows just opened her eyes on an anatomist’s slab.
She says her name is Victoria. She insists she’s a princess. But she’s missing her teeth, wrapped in a burial shroud, and undeniably… dead. Or was.
Thrown together with a streetwise orphan named Pablo, a skeptical doctor, and a tavern keeper with secrets of her own, this strange girl unravels a conspiracy that stretches from the slums of London to the halls of Kensington Palace. Someone is stealing bodies—not just for science, but for power. And someone else is playing a dangerous game with the soul of the British Empire.
Part gothic mystery, part alternate history, The Cadaver Princess is a gripping, witty, and darkly magical tale of resurrection, rebellion, and identity. If Mary Shelley and Terry Pratchett had collaborated on a Victorian version of THE PRINCESS BRIDE, with fewer weddings and more corpses, it might have looked something like this.
She’s not the girl they buried.
She’s not the girl they crowned.
She’s something else entirely.