Gender-bent Peaky Blinders meets The Alice Network. 1920s London is no place for a woman with a mind of her own. When gang wars, oppressive men, and unforgiving life pushes Alice Diamond to the edge, she’ll either have to fall in line or fight back. What started out as an unconventional way to save her family evolves into a treacherous ride that will turn this petty thief into the cutthroat leader of London’s first female gang.
I was born on a cold stone table in the drafty basement of a workhouse that was later deemed so deplorable it had to be shut down. The nurse who delivered me had looked at mother and said, “Another stray girl for the city, let’s pray she’s pretty. Maybe then she’ll stand a chance.”
My father wasn’t around back then, locked up for stealing horse saddles, so my mother brought me into this world all alone, and twenty some odd years later, she still likes to remind me of it. A woman can survive this world without a man, Alice, and we don’t have to be pretty to do it.
She forced those words to stick with me, a chilling reminder that I come from thieves and liars, liars that know you can be anything you want to be with the right set of skills.
My father wants me to help with bookmaking for his hustle at the racecourses, a silent girl in the background that does as she’s told and never asks why. Meanwhile, my mother wants me to follow in her footsteps, conning desperate souls into believing she can see the future. The Great Lady Diamond, teller of truths.
But I want to be something else.
Something that’s mine.