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by J.M. Miro
Releasing on June 7, 2022
Adult Historical Fantasy
“Imagine a darkness. Imagine that darkness is inside you, but it’s not a part of you. You feel it there. It’s always waiting.”
A boy who glows. A boy who heals himself. A girl who manipulates dust. In the 1882 Victorian era there are children with special talents left to fend for themselves in a world that has abandoned them and a man made of smoke hunting them down. From a decrepit warehouse prison to a peculiar traveling circus to the dusky theaters of Tokyo, the Cairndale Institute is determined to find these children before the smoke man does, making it their mission to offer asylum and nurture their powers.
But everything at Cairndale is not as it seems. As the world of the living and the world of the dead threaten to collide, it’s up to the Talents to uncover the secrets that Cairndale has worked hard to hide from its students. With an electrifying train fight, a heartwarming found family, and what Andrew Pyper calls “A Dickensian X-Men,” ORDINARY MONSTERS is a sinister tale of magic, survival, and sacrifice that is perfect for fans of Neil Gaiman and Susanna Clarke.
That poor pale kid, she thought. That poor woman, with her tattoos and her sad eyes. As she ducked under a guyline and made her way back through the mud towards the bigtop and the road back to Remington she understood that she’d had enough, that she was finished with all of it, the tracking down of the orphans, the lies. It wasn’t only this kid, the sadness of it all. It was also that Ovid boy back in Mississippi, the one who had dug into his own arm and taken out of it a blade. And Coulton’s warning about the man Jacob Marber, somewhere in the world, hunting these kids? Jesus. No, she’d finish this last job, escort this Marlowe boy back to England. And then she’d tell Harrogate her decision: she was done.
– pg 57, uncorrected ARC edition