Ghost stories are tricky things. How do you present them, with horror and interest, but without the spiritual darkness that they sometimes bring?
John C Wright does it with aplomb. It reads more like an old hardboiled detective out of the Dresden Files than anything else. Dickens may have his famous ghosts, but to be honest, once they were done, I didn’t care to see more of them. But I dare to not want more of Flint and Steel, Psychic Detectives.
Thus, Pale Realms of Shade.