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Daughter

Families can be murder

Hannah Davidson has a dementia-stricken father, an estranged TV star brother, and a mother whose death opened up hidden fault lines beneath the surface of their ordinary family life. Hannah is losing her grip on both her drinking and a cache of shameful secrets.

Now the spitting image of her mother Jen Davidson and exactly the same age she was when she died, Hannah is determined to uncover exactly what happened to her mum twenty-three years ago, but the boundaries between mother and daughter soon become fatally blurred.

“This compelling, beautifully written novel is a must-read for anyone who has ever had family dramas to contend with. I raced through it and was utterly gripped throughout. More importantly, it’s utterly unique.”

SOPHIE HANNAH

“Trying to mix comedy with psychological thriller-writing is risky, but Liz Webb has pulled it off with this beautifully observed, darkly funny and surprisingly tender debut. Webb’s perfectly tuned one-liners and powerful understanding of loss make this truly stand out in a noisy marketplace that only rarely delivers such a thoughtful, pitch-perfect read.”

DAILY MAIL

“A gothic heroine for our times bestrides this dark, intriguing and, at times, laugh-out-loud, thriller. A relatable four-dimensional character, constant surprises and twisting turns keep the narrative sprinting along. Totally engrossing.”

JO BRAND

“Masterful writing – can’t believe this is a debut’”

CJ SKUSE

“A breathless exciting debut’ 

THE SUNDAY TIMES, BEST CRIME BOOKS OF 2022

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About Liz

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Liz Webb’s debut novel comes out May 2022.  She has drawn from her wide experience as a Radio Drama producer in crafting the story and while this novel is psychological crime, she has employed her experience as a stand up comic to develop a quirky offbeat voice for her lead character.

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Extras

Lying Comes Frighteningly Easy To Me

Lying Comes Frighteningly Easy To Me

‘Hi, I’m interested in buying the house backing onto Highgate Woods on your website,’ I announced into the phone, projecting all the confidence I could muster.

‘Wonderful, shall we book in an appointment for a viewing?’ said the innocent estate agent.

Bitter Quince

Bitter Quince

In the summer 2018, I hated the quince tree in my front garden. And I mean, properly detested it. I would look out of my study window and stare at it with such loathing that I thought my evil thoughts would singe the leaves, blacken the trunk and set the whole bloody thing alight, the fruits exploding like fireworks.