A murder. A missing manuscript. An undying love.

Thisbe Chisholm wants to be a writer. It’s 2007 a time of digital revolution and skyrocketing property prices but she’s an old-fashioned girl. She doesn’t even own a mobile phone. She has no stars-in-her-eyes desire for fame to see her name on the cover of a book either. She longs only to tell of the stories written on her heart.

While her best friends Penny and Jane and her darling boyfriend John seem set for stellar careers in their chosen fields Thisbe works nights as a hostess at a glitzy harbourside Sydney club – a job she despises but it’s paid the rent for the last three years since university graduation.

Just as she completes her novel though she is brutally killed at the end of John’s street.

Who murdered Thisbe? What will become of her novel?

From the gritty glamour of Bondi Beach to the cold streets of London here is a tale of tragedy and literary betrayal of a publishing industry grappling with change and a great love drowning in guilt-wracked grief. Haunting whimsical and sharply observed Her Last Words lays bare the truth that while some crimes might go unpunished among the privileged words themselves have a way of enduring – and exacting a justice all their own.