“Why do they all look so frightened?”
Bernabe’s eyes reflected an emotion that was unreadable and just as quickly as it disintegrated, they turned a darker shade of grey. “They are in surprise.” He dragged out the word. “There’s a certain beauty in surprise, don’t you think?”
After fifty years of dormancy, an old morgue in the middle of London is reopened as an art gallery. The only exhibit is a sea of statues of the most famous women from our world’s history; the inspirational, the successful, the strong.
When budding journalist Lyrin sees the majesty of the Hall of Muses, he is both awed and hesitant.
But when rebellious Iris lays eyes on the stone statues, she cannot resist the urge to snap a photo, in a place where light of any sort is forbidden. Everyone is shocked when a jagged crack rips through a stone face, once smooth and seemingly untouchable.
But Bernabe, the creator, a man of mystery and hate, has ancient plans of his own. And Leila, the curator of the gallery, has a dark secret that shocks them all to their very core.
But as time wears on, Iris is starting to seem more and more statuesque…