This is a shortish story by the Master of Macabre David Haynes, but it's back in his smoggy London that he evokes so well.
Basil Jenkins is an old widower who likes to visit Jacques' Emporium to collect ever more exotic trinkets. This time, Jacques has something a bit different for him.
Considering this book is about reading a book about chess, it is filled with creepy moments. I was drawn in from the off with wondering what was going to happen.
I love this author's works so much I refuse to read any synopses, so I rarely have any idea what's ahead. To me, this makes the reading experience even more exciting, like Basil's anticipation as he returns home.