by Martin Turner
What if time were like a roll of silk, if the adventurous could slip from layer to layer, and if this were something not new, but as old as King Arthur? When snow falls thick on Birmingham, Scott Raynall is caught in an adventure which mingles magic, myth and sword play. Ghosts, giants, highwaymen, and the steady crunch crunch of horse hooves on the frozen land.
A magical novel.