To read a Penny Dreadful is to devour it, savour it. Each new installment leaves you with a mad craving for the delicious next piece of the puzzle and an ongoing thirst that needs to be quenched, only ever slightly satiated, with the next chapter. But you lust for that longing, growing impatient until the story continues, grieving when it’s over. As the Victorians always meant it to be.

Whomever is writing these dreadful tales that drives you down that dark, damp, cold, winding path? Well, of course, that girl with the crooked smile, Lizzie.

Lizzie has been a long-time lover of the dark, gothic, and wicked. She is fervently obsessed with all things Victorian, including Gothic tales of despair, ghosts, hauntings, and, of course, murder. Haven’t you often wondered why everything she serves you smells of sweet almond? You should.