As a travelling entertainer, his journey will take him across the land and into the heart of a never-ending war.Ī prince’s doomed acceptance of the Bohemian throne has European armies lurching brutally for dominion and now the Winter King casts a sunless pall. In the courts he will trick the heads of state. On the battlefield he will run faster than cannonballs. When he comes out, he will never be the same.
He practises by the mill, by the blacksmiths he practises in the forest at night, where the Cold Woman whispers and goblins roam. In a village like every other village in Germany, a scrawny boy balances on a rope between two trees. His handshake’s like a pact with the devil, his smile like a crack in the clouds he’s watching you now and he’s gone when you turn. ‘Brilliant and unputdownable’ Salman Rushdie ‘A masterly achievement, a work of imaginative grandeur and complete artistic control’ Ian McEwan
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