Between Southshore’s blizzards, a gaslit manor that feels straight out of a gothic dream, and a subterranean library, the settings are visually dramatic. Add necromantic journals and artifacts tied to immortality, and you get a mystery that is literary and completely irresistible to those who love Poe with a supernatural twist. —Jamie Michele, Readers’ Favorite

Lyrical. Atmospheric. Gothic. And a good dose of Poe. The Professor of Eventide is yet another winner from Meredith Allard. —Mary Ressenor

As a longtime fan of the Dark Academia genre, The Professor of Eventide is just what I ordered. If you’re a literature nerd like me, you’ll want to read this. —Austen Reviews

The shore of Coastal Maine and the campus of Eventide College come to life in The Professor of Eventide. A true literary mystery with a twist you may not see coming. —Allbooks Reviews

Perfect for readers of The Secret History and The Historian, The Professor of Eventide is a slow-burning, atmospheric literary mystery that explores the thin line between intellectual obsession, the weight of eternity, and the madness of memory.

At Eventide College, the past is never buried—it is exhaled through the ivy and etched into the stone.

Professor Jonathan Ferrars lives in the shadows of academia, a man tethered to a history he cannot outrun—and a secret he has spent a lifetime concealing. When he arrives at Eventide College, the sanctity of the autumn term is shattered as three of his students are found murdered in a manner that feels less like a crime and more like a ritual.

As the police close in and the college’s halls begin to tighten around him, Jonathan realizes the deaths are part of a meticulously crafted design—one that places him at the center of its unfolding tragedy. To preserve his sanity—and his freedom—he must uncover the rot at the heart of Eventide College before the darkness he has spent a lifetime outlasting finally claims him.

A story of isolation, the seduction of narrative, and the predatory nature of history, The Professor of Eventide is a haunting meditation on what happens when the ghosts we carry are as alive, and as enduring, as we are.