No Present Like Time

$21.99 AUD $10.00 AUD

Availability: in stock at our Melbourne warehouse.

Author: Steph Swainston

Format: Paperback / softback

Number of Pages: 432


The phenomenal follow-up to Steph Swainston's acclaimed The Year of Our War moves us effortlessly into new waters. It has been five years since the Insects devastated the Fourlands. Reconstruction proceeds under the watchful eyes of the Circle - the fifty immortals who serve the Emperor. Jant, the Emperor's winged Messenger, has other concerns. He suspects his wife is having an affair and a brilliant newcomer has joined the Circle, displacing Jant from his rightful position as centre of attention. Worse still, an inhabited island has been discovered three months' sail from the Fourlands and the Emperor has enlisted Jant for his diplomatic mission. Just perfect for a man terrified of the sea. Unfortunately for Jant, he is a pawn in an ancient political game. It'd be enough to drive anyone to drugs . . .
Vendor: Book Grocer
SKU: 9781473221833
Availability : In Stock
Pre order Out of stock
Reviews

Customer Reviews

Be the first to write a review
0%
(0)
0%
(0)
0%
(0)
0%
(0)
0%
(0)
Description
Author: Steph Swainston

Format: Paperback / softback

Number of Pages: 432


The phenomenal follow-up to Steph Swainston's acclaimed The Year of Our War moves us effortlessly into new waters. It has been five years since the Insects devastated the Fourlands. Reconstruction proceeds under the watchful eyes of the Circle - the fifty immortals who serve the Emperor. Jant, the Emperor's winged Messenger, has other concerns. He suspects his wife is having an affair and a brilliant newcomer has joined the Circle, displacing Jant from his rightful position as centre of attention. Worse still, an inhabited island has been discovered three months' sail from the Fourlands and the Emperor has enlisted Jant for his diplomatic mission. Just perfect for a man terrified of the sea. Unfortunately for Jant, he is a pawn in an ancient political game. It'd be enough to drive anyone to drugs . . .