'Intriguing rural noir with echoes of Tana French and Donal Ryan' Catherine Kirwan
'A compulsive read from a truly gifted writer' Andrew Rosenheim
When city dweller Sarah finds herself back in the quiet midlands town of her youth, old friendships resurface,
along with memories she'd rather forget.
For Crookedwood is a town of things unspoken, of secrets past and present.
One evening, she faces a terrifying encounter in the woods near her home, with a man and his vicious dog.
As she tries to piece together what she stumbled upon in the days that follow, it starts to feel that no one,
including gardai, is taking her seriously. Is she being gaslit, or losing her grip on reality?
Because years ago, in the same woods, something happened that changed the course of her life, something
she's never been able to speak of. And now, it's all she can think about.
Crookedwood is a compulsive thriller about buried trauma, small-town vendettas and how sometimes, in order to survive, you have to return to the dark place where it all began.
Read MoreAn excellent psychological mystery - Irish IndependentLiza Costello writes beautifully and there are echoes of Donal Ryan and Tana French in this intriguing slice of slow-burn rural noir. - Catherine Kirwan, author of Cruel DeedsWith Crookedwood, Liza Costello is becoming one of present-day Ireland's finest chroniclers. The novel is subtly and evocatively composed, providing a compelling portrait of everyday life that is also infused by dramatic tension. A compulsive read. - Andrew Rosenheim, authorPraise for The Estate:Smart and well crafted with some great writing and a hell of a twist. A much higher standard has been set. This stands out in a crowded field. - Reader reviewPraise for The Estate:A psychological thriller that'll mess with your mind. Highly recommended. - The Book Doctor - Hall of Fame Amazon ReviewerPraise for The Estate:A brilliant read - Top Amazon reviewerPraise for The EstateA tense, atmospheric tale of fear and isolation - to be read in a single sitting, with the lights on. - John Connolly