The girl was young, her auburn hair arranged on the pillow. Wycliffe could almost believe she was asleep—that is, until he saw her face. She had been strangled, her face brutally smashed—but after death, not before. She lay ...

Every year, at Halloween, high on the Cornish cliffs, a life-sized effigy of a man is strapped to a blazing wheel and run into the sea - a re-enactment of a hideous old legend where the figure had been a living sacrifice. And now Jon...