At a crossroads between a cringe-worthy past (Todd the Toad) and an uncertain future (she’s not exactly homeless, but it’s close), Lucy Swift travels to Oxford to visit her grandmother. With Gran’s undying love to depend on and Cardinal Woolsey’s, Gran’s knitting shop, to keep her busy, Lucy can capture her breath and find out what she’s going to do.

Except it turns out that Gran is the undying. Or at least, the undead. But which loss of life certificate. And a will, departing the knitting shop to about The Vampire Knitting Club Lucy. And a lot of people moving in and out who by no means utilize the door-including Gran, who’s just as caring as ever, and susceptible to knitting sweaters at warp speed, late during the night. What exactly is going on?

When Lucy discovers that Gran didn’t die peacefully in her rest, but was murdered, she has to create the killer to justice without tipping off regulations that there’s nobody in the grave. Between a sizzling 500-year-old vampire and a dishy detective inspector, both of whom often appear to be there on her behalf, Lucy discovers her life getting more complicated than a triple wire cardigan. The only person who appears to know what’s happening is her cat . or could it be . . . her familiar?