Gillian Fletcher Books

A Scottish castle, a ghost with opinions, and one man’s last Christmas. Some reckonings arrive uninvited.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

A mysterious dollhouse arrives for Cassandra. Marlowe opens it before she is ready for what is inside.

The sheriff arrives with a dead woman's violin and a question only Cassandra can answer.

A boy asks his aunt why people get sent to the moon. Her answer is sharper than it sounds.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Cassandra's cellar door loses another screw and a broken flashlight has been waiting to be heard.

Chaos, creation, and the relentless cycle of existence all began with one cosmic outburst of feelings.

Tiresias has lived as man and woman, prophet and prisoner. Some things cannot be unlearned.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Cassandra hears a compass crying, a stranger appears, and a long-lost secret is unearthed.

Every cliché we use to describe time, stacked until they mean something again.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ Carpe Diem, YOLO.

Cassandra's life turns upside down when a steamer trunk begins to scream with unresolved anguish.

The Souvern Conglomerate is a system built on control. What you eat, where you sleep, how you work, and yes, even how you measure the world.

A grieving American buys a cursed Italian villa. The old woman at the end of the alley tried to warn him.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

A hallmark of innovation combining corporate resourcing with the benefits of centralized government. Progress, by design.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

What better love letter to readers and the stories that haunt their authors than a tale that reads you back?

Rose Crantz stands at the edge of everything the Conglomerate has planned for her. She doesn’t know what that means yet.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Clementine’s port still itches where they installed it without asking. That itch is the whole story.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

The Conglomerate considers its enforcement division a success story. Clementine Jones would disagree.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Someone is rewriting the book of good and bad. Spatterblot has a very strong cup of cocoa and five days to stop them.​​​​​​​​​​​​

Someone is always listening in the Conglomerate. The interesting question is who.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

The Conglomerate educates every citizen. Rebellion rarely starts with a weapon. It starts with a student noticing the gaps.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​