Saint Darwin’s Spirituals
Ghost inspectors and golems patrol the streets of Whitechapel. Prostitutes turn tricks for the fever-dream flesh lusts of the spiritual. And the statue of Saint Darwin, the scientist who broke the barrier between the natural and the supernatural, oversees it all. Now a disciple of Darwin – a woman of skin and bone – follows a trail of blood and corpses over cobblestone streets, hoping to unravel the devastating mystery of her own life.
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Written by D.K. Thompson
Narration by Rick Stringer, Ali Groves, Dani Cutler, Maia Whitaker, and Anne Stringer
Music by Abney Park
Artwork by Vincent Chong commissioned by Murky Depths
Print version on Murky Depths
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Saint Darwin’s Spirituals
Copyright 2008 D.K. Thompson
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Copyright 2008 Rick Stringer and Matt Wallace
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