I’m currently pitching my first novel The Pig.
The Pig tells the story of a Victorian lady who discovers that she’s not living in 1840 but in 2095.
It’s a speculative Gothic story that can appeal to readers who enjoyed genre-bending books with historical components such as Cloud Atlas, The Time Traveler’s Wife or Outlander.
All that pious Lady Viola yearns for is to be presented in London next spring and marry her cousin. However, she’s experiencing an uncanny sensation of unbelonging and never-felt-before urges. They began when a new governess, Madame, arrived at Castle Oving and someone defaced the walls with that odious word, “PIG,” written in blood. Madame is an imposter, a she-devil—Viola can see it as if through crystal. Alas, only she can.
One after another, servants and family members submit to Madame, and Viola suffers escalating physical and sexual punishments for confronting the woman. Viola’s reputation and chances to marry end up ruined, and it’s because of Madame’s deeds. Or is it? Couldn’t it just be her imaginings? Because the whole of reality can’t be possibly conspiring against her. Viola is about to fall into a chasm of madness when she discovers they don’t live in 1840 but 2095. And she’s in even greater danger than she’d thought.