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OverviewSome mirrors show more than reflections. Some reveal the truth. In the quiet town of Starbrook, Evelyn Thorne leads a life of precision and propriety-by day. But by night, she searches for answers in locked rooms, shadowed corridors, and ancient texts best left forgotten. When an impossible mirror arrives at her doorstep-cracked, cold, and humming with power-Evelyn is pulled into a world beneath her own. A world of feathers, silence, and celestial eyes that never close. There, memories unravel. Ghosts whisper. And the line between the self she presents and the truth she hides begins to vanish. But the Eye of Astariel sees everything-and it does not blink. As Starbrook's strange disappearances mount, Evelyn must confront the secret buried deepest of all: the cost of knowing who you truly are. Atmospheric, haunting, and beautifully strange, The Eyes of Astariel is a gothic fantasy debut that lingers long after the final page. Perfect for fans of The Ten Thousand Doors of January, The Death of Jane Lawrence, and Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell. Full Product DetailsAuthor: Priscilla SmithPublisher: Priscilla Smith Imprint: Priscilla Smith Volume: 1 Dimensions: Width: 14.00cm , Height: 0.60cm , Length: 21.60cm Weight: 0.118kg ISBN: 9798231318582Pages: 94 Publication Date: 19 June 2025 Audience: General/trade , General Format: Paperback Publisher's Status: Active Availability: Available To Order ![]() We have confirmation that this item is in stock with the supplier. It will be ordered in for you and dispatched immediately. Table of ContentsReviewsAuthor InformationI've always been drawn to the forgotten corners-the chipped tea cups, creaky staircases, half-finished letters, and the feeling that something-or someone-is waiting just out of sight. All of my novels come to me in the stillness, when my life feels anything but quiet. For a long time, adulthood was a storm I didn't know how to name. I lost pieces of myself in the noise, in the surviving. But stories, somehow, kept their light on. This one, especially, reminded me that soft things can be strong. That healing doesn't always look like a triumph-it sometimes looks like a warm kitchen, a handwritten note, or a house that remembers you when you don't remember yourself. When I'm not writing, I'm dreaming up strange little worlds, whispering secrets to my cat, or making something beautiful out of the broken bits. This is one of many novels I intend on writing. It comes with every part of me I had to reclaim just to write it. There are more stories coming. And I'm not afraid of the quiet anymore. - Priscilla Ann Smith Tab Content 6Author Website:Countries AvailableAll regions |