Tough, enigmatic and absolutely ruthless, Mrs Glass takes no prisoners. She runs her unruly gang of misfits with an iron hand and will stop at nothing to get what she wants.
‘She stood over them for a moment then dropped her cigarette to the ground and trod on it. It was past eleven and she was still wearing her hat. She only took it off to sleep , and even then she kept a scarf wrapped around her head. The wide brim meant that her eyes were often shaded and hidden. But now the light was from below, from the flames, and James could clearly see her face.
Her perfect, creamy white skin, her pale blue eyes and the glossy blonde curls that split out from under her hat, gave her the looks of a movie star. But there was an iciness in those eyes that made her both beautiful and frightening…’