The Clockmaker's Daughter by Kate Morton

Morton proves once again that history is not a straight line but an intricate, infinite web.’ - Booklist ‘This is an immersive, beautifully told story which was made to be devoured on a drizzly Sunday afternoon with a round of crumpets and a pot of tea.’ - Red Magazine a stunning tale of murder, mystery and thievery, of art, love and loss.’ - Better Reading

another triumph, captivating from start to finish.

Think The Miniaturist meets The Little Stranger, woven together with a contemporary thread, and you won’t be far off.” - The Pool ‘Morton’s latest time-travelling tale of lust, deception and lies. the stories, brilliantly told by Morton, offer musings on art, betrayal, and the ways in which real lives and real places can evolve over time into the stuff of legends.’ - Publishers Weekly (starred review)

‘Morton (The Lake House) explores the tangled history of people and place in her outstanding, bittersweet sixth novel. And flowing through its pages like a river, is the voice of a woman who stands outside time, whose name has been forgotten by history, but who has watched it all unfold: Birdie Bell, the clockmaker’s daughter. Told by multiple voices across time, THE CLOCKMAKER’S DAUGHTER is a story of murder, mystery and thievery, of art, love and loss. Why does Birchwood Manor feel so familiar to Elodie? And who is the beautiful woman in the photograph? Will she ever give up her secrets? The drawing of a twin-gabled house on the bend of a river. Uncovers a leather satchel containing two seemingly unrelated items: a sepia photograph of an arresting-looking woman in Victorian clothing, and an artist’s sketchbook containing Over one hundred and fifty years later, Elodie Winslow, a young archivist in London, But by the time their stay is over, one woman has been shot dead while another has disappeared a priceless heirloom is missing and Edward Radcliffe’s life is in ruins. Their plan: to spend a secluded summer month in a haze of inspiration and creativity. Radcliffe descends upon Birchwood Manor on the banks of the Upper Thames. In the summer of 1862, a group of young artists led by the passionate and talented Edward The truth about that summer, no one else knows. I am remembered as a thief, an imposter, a girl who rose above her station, who was not chaste. Others knew me as his child, the clockmaker’s daughter. My father called me Birdie he said I was his little bird.

The Clockmaker's Daughter by Kate Morton