I very nearly stopped reading at the prologue. "The January chill comes drifting over the Fens and wraps itself across the city like a paedophile's hand round that of a small, unresisting child." That gave me such chills that I closed the book. I opened it to see if the rest of the writing was so good. It is so far.
— Jan 07, 2016 10:45AM
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