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490 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2008
"More chilling are the mills which are not silent, where sails spin out of control and you can feel the vibration of the grinding stones under your feet. The ghost mills, where the stones grind and grind, but no flour trickles out. Where sails and paddles batter themselves to splinters, because there is no one left to stop them. You see sheep lying dead in the field and dogs rotting in the ditches. And then you turn, turn away quickly and take the next road, any road that will take you away from the village, for you know they have something worse than hunger in their midst."
"Home is the place you return to when you have finally lost your soul. Home is the place where life is born, not the place of your birth, but the place where you seek rebirth. When you no longer remember which tale of your own past is true and which is an invention, when you know that you are an invention, then is the time to seek out your home. Perhaps only when you have come to understand that can you finally reach home."

An irresistible medieval adventure-crime mystery and human drama—a cocktail of Hitchcock, Agatha Christie, and Chaucer.
The year 1348 brings no harvest and almost no sun to England. Compounding the growing starvation is the plague, sweeping inland from the coasts, which will radically alter the history of the kingdom. Fears and superstitions, cruelty and terror grip every living soul.
In these disastrous times, a generally decent, traveling merchant of nearly genuine holy relics is trying to make ends meet and spend a peaceful winter for his old bones in a quiet village housing the tomb of a recent, nearly genuine saint.
The plague and his unexpected, unwanted, yet highly intriguing and mysterious companions completely upend his plans. This group of nine strangers, forced to share common hardships while each hides their own secrets, crosses half of a devastated England. They face dangers of both an earthly and supernatural nature, sharing enchanting stories that conceal a buried truth at their core. As it turns out, absolutely anything can be expected from an arrogant magician, an extraordinary minstrel, a silent midwife, traveling Venetian musicians, a pair of newlyweds in love, and an albino orphan with clairvoyant abilities.
The author has constructed a painfully realistic portrayal of the tormented England of this cursed year, without a single silver lining on the horizon. Every detail is carefully woven into a vast historical tapestry of towns, villages, markets, hovels, muddy roads, forests, churches, and monasteries.
The characters are an absolute triumph. Although the narrative flows from the perspective of the world-weary relic seller, each character is carefully and gradually fleshed out through accumulating, sometimes contradictory actions and impressions. The life of every single one of them rests on a lie, and not a single one remains hidden by the finale. It leaves behind an unanswered question: does the truth set us free, or does it simply kill the last remaining hope and serve as a prelude to death?