![]() Each fresh product of Mitchell's soaring imagination functions as an echo chamber for both his previous ideas and his oeuvre to come ( Liz Jensen, Guardian)Ĭhilling and dazzling. "synopsis" may belong to another edition of this title. But why has that person been chosen, by whom and for what purpose? The answers lie waiting in the long attic, at the top of the stairs. Because every nine years, on the last Saturday of October, a 'guest' is summoned to Slade House. This unnerving, taut and intricately woven tale by one of our most original and bewitching writers begins in 1979 and reaches its turbulent conclusion around Hallowe'en, 2015. Enter the sunlit garden of an old house that doesn't quite make sense too grand for the shabby neighbourhood, too large for the space it occupies.Ī stranger greets you by name and invites you inside. ![]() No handle, no keyhole, but at your touch it swings open. ![]() Find the small black iron door set into the right-hand wall. ![]() Turn down Slade Alley - narrow, dank and easy to miss, even when you're looking for it. Born out of the short story David Mitchell published on Twitter in 2014 and inhabiting the same universe as his latest bestselling novel The Bone Clocks, this is the perfect book to curl up with on a dark and stormy night. ![]()
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