New York City, 1847: A madman is on the loose. Someone is committing murders in the manner of Edgar Allan Poe’s tales of terror. The police are stymied. When a corpse is found interred in a masonry wall in a subterranean chamber, they call on Poe himself to help solve the crime.
Edgar Allan Poe’s fictional detective, C. Auguste Dupin, has made the author famous as the master of deductive reasoning. But when “the father of the detective story” applies his powers of discovery to the “Poe Murders”, he finds that the clues lead in only one direction: to Poe himself.
Poe soon becomes the prime suspect, and he begins to doubt his own sanity as the evidence piles up against him. What of his somnambulistic trances that often find him at the graveside of his late wife, Virginia? Or the bizarre raven that visits him in his Fordham cottage? The strange mark on his neck? The odd behavior of his one-eyed cat, Pluto? And what of his doctor, Coppelius — he of the bulging pale blue eye — and his beautiful, other-worldly daughter, Olimpia? Nothing is as it seems.
As the police tighten their noose around Poe’s neck, he races against time to solve the crimes and clear his name. But he soon finds himself confronting horrors that not even his macabre fiction could have envisioned — and a conspiracy that threatens the very fabric of reality itself.
Prepare yourself for a wild ride. This is not your father’s Edgar Allan Poe. This Poe’s packin’ heat…