The Wrathskallar

“The Wrathskellar is just off a fog-bound lane in Queen Victoria’s London or down a flight of stairs that Mack the Knife might have tread. In the dim limelight, a chanteuse sings forlornly of a lost love, while a diva plots revenge for some imagined slight. Hearts, promises, and crockery are broken with abandon and secrets are hidden just below the surface.The Wrathskeller is an evening of revenge, jealousy, greed, betrayal, lust, and murder…” Continue reading →