It’s been a few years since Mark Tilbury released a new book, so when he messaged to say that book fourteen was on the way, I was absolutely thrilled. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on a copy — and believe me when I say I wasn’t disappointed.
Letters From The Dead is another unforgettable, gut punch of a read from a very tried-and-tested, go-to author for me. You know the type: you don’t need the synopsis; you just need the book.
Dawn Osbourne’s son, Ryan, went missing a year ago, and desperate for any kind of help, she turns to Claire, a local psychic. Claire has always avoided missing persons cases, but despite her reluctance, nineteen year old Ryan has other ideas. He reaches out through automatic writing, slowly revealing his story piece by piece.
Ryan’s account is disturbing, horrifying, and tragic — and worse still, he’s not the only one to suffer at the hands of this unhinged killer. The more he reveals, the deeper Claire is pulled in, and she feels she has no option but to uncover the truth, whatever the cost.
I devoured this book with the kind of feral intensity that made me look up at one point and wonder if the author was laughing while writing it — because you have to be twisted to craft a story this brutal and this brilliant. Following a young man as he’s hunted and tormented by an unhinged, homophobic killer is horrifying, but the narrative sinks its claws in with such precision that you can’t stop reading.
The pain feels intentional, the hope feels defiant, and the whole thing crackles with that wild, unfiltered energy only a writer with a beautifully warped imagination can pull off. I finished it feeling shaken, exhilarated, and a bit feral myself — because somehow, in all that darkness, the story still roared with ferocity.
If you enjoy a dark, warped story that isn’t afraid to go to some very unsettling places, I’d definitely recommend this book. It’s gripping, intense, and absolutely worth your time.
With kind thanks to author Mark Tilbury for my advanced copy.
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