The night his divorce is final, Paul Cole sits alone in the dark with a dog and a half-empty bottle of whisky, and a ribbon of silver light slips down through the clouds onto his lawn.

Her name is Seraphine. She has travelled from another world with a list of priorities, a year to work through it, and one purpose: to help a broken family, because one of Paul’s children will matter, someday, more than anyone can yet see.

Paul has a heavy mortgage and a job that takes him across the world for weeks at a time. His seven-year-old son holds everything in and has not cried once. His five-year-old daughter still asks when Mummy is coming home. Seraphine can conjure a birth certificate from thin air, but she cannot cut the crusts off toast the way James likes it, not at first. She learns. Slowly, tenderly, in ordinary kitchens and school gates and late-night conversations, a house that had gone quiet starts to fill up again.

But the Light is not the only thing watching the Coles. Something else has noticed them. It slips into dreams, borrows a stranger’s smile across a dinner table, and wants what the Light has come to protect. And a boy with a notebook, who refuses to forget, may be the only thing standing between his sister and what is coming.

Whispers of the S-Curve is a warm, slow-burning story of love, grief, family and second chances. It will appeal to readers of The Humans and to anyone who likes fantasy that lives in a suburban kitchen, romance for grown-ups, and a dog who always knows who belongs.

Genre: Contemporary fantasy, romance, family life