The Strangler Vine

Published Mar 2014

Shortlisted for the John Creasey New Blood Dagger for Best Debut Crime Novel of the Year 2014

Shortlisted for the HWA Debut Crown 2015

Longlisted for the Theakstons Old Peculier Crime Novel of the Year Award 2015

Longlisted for The Baileys Prize For Women’s Fiction 2014

For mile after mile the strangler vines choked the salt trees, one grey trunk encircling another, until the whole jangal appeared like some terrible tangled knot in which it was impossible to tell murderer from victim.

Calcutta, 1837. The East India Company rules India – or most of it; and its most notorious and celebrated son, Xavier Mountstuart, has gone missing.

William Avery, a down-at-heel junior officer in the company’s army, is sent to find him, in the unlikely company of the enigmatic and uncouth Jeremiah Blake. A more mismatched duo couldn’t be imagined, but they must bury their differences as they are caught up in a search that turns up too many unanswered questions and seems bound to end in failure.

What was it that so captivated Mountstuart about the Thugs, the murderous sect of Kali-worshippers who strangle innocent travellers by the roadside? Who is Jeremiah Blake and can he be trusted? And why is the whole enterprise shrouded in such secrecy?

In the dark heart of Company India, Avery will have to fight for his very life, and in defence of a truth he will wish he had never learned.

M.J. Carter has cooked up a spicy dish: a pinch of Moonstone, a dash of Sherlock and a soupçon of Fu Manchu added a rich stew of John Masters. A splendid romp and just the job for a cold winter’s evening in front of a blazing fire.

William Dalrymple

Fresh and original with many surprises in store…Avery is guileless Watson of the partnership, and Blake the opaque Sherlock.

Evening Standard