The House with Seven Heads

When you stand on a cliff and the whole world is beneath you, there are only two desires – to settle scores with life or… to settle into a mental institution… Military engineer Jeffrey Thompson decided to settle scores with... life on a picturesque cliff in an abandoned corner of Scotland. But unforeseen circumstances occur: at the last moment, he is literally saved by the inhabitants of the only surviving house in the desolate snowy area. A hearth, a hot dinner, and… a very strange society: an old deserter with a bullet in his head, a former actress constantly changing her guise, an artist painting bloody pictures. Jeffrey does not immediately realize that he has ended up in a mental hospital. The chief physician is also suspicious, testing his rather unconventional methods on the patients. But true horror grips Thompson when, on the very first night, one of the residents falls out of the window. Following the first strange death came the second, then the third… The embittered company unanimously decides – the newcomer is guilty of these crimes… An intriguing novel in the style of the good old detective story from the rising star of domestic thriller literature, Tony Branto. Deep psychological insight, an unexpected combination of tragedy and humor, an unpredictable denouement. ------------------------------ «How I longed for a good detective. Measured, refined, soaked in the noir romance of mysteries. This novel is a deep bow to the classics of the genre. Everything in it is English, starting from the very title. Don’t forget to pour yourself a cup of tea before you start reading». — Henry Cyril, author of bestsellers «The Script», «80 Cigarettes», and others. «An incredibly atmospheric novel. Each new chapter is like a turned page in the medical history of the inhabitants of the creepy house. Until the very end, you don’t know what they will do next and who is ultimately guilty of all these evil deeds. You can’t shake the feeling that at this moment you are alone in the face of black emptiness, while an endless snowstorm rages around and you can hear someone’s cautious steps...» — Nikolai Prokofiev, editor of the book