Eleanor Wasserberg

We were the Family, and Foxlowe was our home.

There was me – my name is Green – and my little sister, Blue. There was October, who we called Toby, and Ellensia, Dylan, Liberty, Pet and Egg. There was Richard, of course, who was one of the Founders. And there was Freya.

We were the Family, but we weren’t just an ordinary family. We were a new, better kind of family.

We didn’t need to go to school, because we had a new, better kind of education. We shared everything. We were close to the ancient way of living and the ancient landscape. We knew the moors, and the standing stones. We celebrated the solstice in the correct way, with honey and fruit and garlands of fresh flowers. We knew the Bad and we knew how to keep it away.

And we had Foxlowe, our home. Where we were free.

There really was no reason for anyone to want to leave.

Reviews of Foxlowe

  • ‘This fable will lure you in – then cut to the kill’ Sarah Perry, Guardian

    ‘Meticulously conceived and darkly compelling. Underpinning the claustrophobic horror is a parable of unchecked sibling rivalry, a girl’s desperate need for motherly love and the knotted consequences of childhood trauma’ Observer

    ‘A richly atmospheric Gothic debut . . . meticulous, intimate and compelling. Foxlowe may give up its secrets, in the end, but it never gives up its hold’ Irish Times

    ‘An accomplished debut . . . the ending [is] like a punch to the throat’ Independent

    ‘Unsettling and persuasive, impressively well executed and, at the last, utterly disturbing. I’m still flinching away from thinking about the final scene’ Alison Flood, Lovereading

    ‘Mesmerising, gripping and beautifully written. It completely sweeps you up from beginning to end. I loved it’ Kate Hamer, author of The Girl in the Red Coat

    ‘Wasserberg has a strong and distinctive voice and this is an excellent debut’ Clare Mackintosh, author of I Let You Go

    ‘An extraordinary, astonishing story of a girl’s longing for motherly love. Beautifully harrowing, and powerfully haunting, it is the most heartbreaking tale I have read this year’ Liz Nugent, author of Unravelling Oliver

    ‘I thoroughly enjoyed this vivid and claustrophobic coming-of-age debut’ Tasha Kavanagh, author of Things We Have in Common

    ‘Dissonant, haunting and superbly atmospheric. An immensely subtle and profoundly affecting debut’ Paraic O’Donnell, author of The Maker of Swans

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