Review by Dani Garavelli AT the beginning of Luckenbooth – Jenni Fagan’s much-anticipated third novel – Jessie MacRae, daughter of the devil, sails into the Water of Leith in a coffin. Her horns hidden in a tumult of hair, she walks along Constitution Street towards a city that is dark and unheimlich; a city populated by beggars, glowering gargoyles and men of the cloth who swoop down the High Street like crows. The year is 1910, but it is an Edinburgh Kidnapped’s David Balfour would instantly recognise: a place of hubbub, and of tenements, both multi-storeyed and multi-storied, “standing sentinel” around the Tron.