Just finished this short, unputdownable book. Egger is quiet, often sad and lives a tragic whole life. Yet the thing is strangely uplifting. Also the descriptions of the Alps are beautiful.

By the end you realise that you have been amazed, deighted and, at the very end, wishing deeply that there was a sequel - sadly this will never be.

A promising start and then I found that we were back in the world of horologists and eternals, in what is, in essence, a companion (if a lot shorter) volume to Bone Clocks.

Certainly not your traditional fairy stories and some quite surprising imagery from a feminist writer. Superb, occasionally erotic and spellbinding.

As always, beautifully told. Great mystery throughout. The mists must clear, literally, to reveal the truth.