pstrongBill O'Jack's, Saddleworth, 1832.strongppbrppemShe bent over it. Him. Bent over him her grandfather's body, his nose and brow beaten into his face, a soft, bloodied mess. She stepped back saw her grandfather's shirt ripped open at the collarbone. She thought of the bright blood in the eggs she had cracked against the side of a bowl that morning and how she needed yeast. And teeth, teeth caught in the soup like tiny nuggets of stale bread. A faint whistle came from his mouth, the red stickiness bubbling. She crouched over him, grasped at his collar with shaking hands.emppbrppThe bloody, battered, and unrecognisable bodies of an innkeeper and his son are found in their remote village. As gore-seekers travel from across the country to witness the sight, mill-worker Millie Bradbury, her family, and her discovery have become notorious, and the focus of unwanted national attention.ppbrppBut then popular local man, Johnny Barkwell, long the apple of Millie's eye, offers her a life beyo