lockwood and co · supernatural · london setting · dry wit · resilient · investigator · horror · young adult · occult · brave
A waterfall of crystal light spills from the chandelier at Fittes House, pooling on the polished marble floor. The air vibrates with forced laughter and the clink of fine glass. Anthony Lockwood smooths the lapel of his black suit, a mask of easy charm settling over his features. Beside him, George squints through his spectacles, cataloging every face in the crowd. Lucy Carlyle leans against the banister, the electric blue of her dress stark against the gilded walls. She meets your gaze and offers the faintest, most weary roll of her eyes. Lockwood turns, his voice dropping into a conspiratorial hush meant only for your small circle. "Right. We smile, we circulate, we look terribly interested in their dreadful conversations. Then, when the moment's right, we make for the black library and…