A faithful sequel to the famous 1886 novella, The
Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, by Robert Louis Stevenson.
The story picks up some 25 years later as Henrietta Jekyll comes upon her
father's old journals and takes it upon herself to recreate his transformative
formula with unexpected result.
Has Henrietta truly created an
effective elixir to transform herself into the seductive Mrs. Hyde, or is
she a delusional, psychotic serial killer?
5 Stars, "A Gem"
I thoroughly recommend Jekyll's daughter; it's clever and witty, but subtle and unpretentious; allowing the reader the pleasure of deduction...
— sjh, amazon, UK
work of art. ...one damn really cool book..."
B., Sparta, NJ
"Quite a read...
Easily one of the finest pieces of fiction I've read
some time." —Prophet T., UK
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Henrietta Jekyll secluded herself in her apartment for nearly a fortnight.
She saw no one, spoke only through the door or by telephone and had her meals
left out on the stairs. And yet, certainly, there were strange comings and
goings. Some nights, moaning could be heard from the other side of the house;
at other times, a cackling laugh and mournful sobs of despair. On occasion,
a sweet, soft song might drift through the open windows of the gable and
across the courtyard. Merrick would often hear the footfalls of someone pacing
relentlessly across the laboratory, but never received a reply to his queries
at the locked door. Some of the servants claimed they’d seen Mrs. Hyde at
odd hours of the night, but no trace of the mistress. The pantry maid had
sworn that she saw an old hag, a troll-like woman, hunched and shuffling
through the shadows of the dissecting-rooms. She had come in unexpectedly
and startled this woman, only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the creature
bounding up the stairs into Mistress Jekyll’s rooms.
One morning Merrick came into the theater and discovered all the photographic
spotlights on, flooding the downstairs in harsh light. He heard “a funny
kind of clicking sound from one or more of the machines.” Malcolm was also
up early that day and went to investigate. He even went up the stairs and
knocked on Henri’s door, but there was no reply.
As the days of seclusion accumulated, young Merrick grew especially distressed;
he came to seek Jonathan’s help. “Sometimes it’s the mistress’s voice and
sometimes I swear it’s not— and it could only be the widow,” he explained.
He had also heard another voice; unmistakably, the voice of an old woman,
whom he supposed was Granny Bench. “Only Mr. Balfour has ever been allowed
admittance,” Merrick said, “and that was just yesterday.”
Henri would see no one, Richard, Jonathan, Malcolm or Merrick, despite their
repeated attempts. Even Isabelle grew quite concerned. “The gala reception
is tomorrow night,” she reminded everyone rather excitedly.