Librería Samer Atenea
Kálamo Books
Librería Elías (Asturias)
Librería Kolima (Madrid)
Librería Proteo (Málaga)
Some men cut grief into stone for a living and never carve a word of their own.Edmund Reeve, Ned to the few who still speak to him, has lettered half the graves in three coastal parishes, giving the dead their clean, deep names and asking nothing back. But when his wife Marion dies, the master letter-cutter of Wrackmouth cannot bring himself to inscribe her stone. It stands blank behind the church. The clocks in his house have stopped, one by one, because he let them.Then a letter comes from a stranger. A young warden, Maren Sill, is stripping the Lantern Bothy before the contractors pull it down, and high on the mountain she has found two names cut into a king-beam: JOSS & NED REEVE, a line begun beneath them and never finished. Joss was Ned’s brother. Joss died on that mountain fifty years ago, and Ned has spent every day since with his back set square against that one direction.So he laces up the wrong shoes and walks out the door. Ahead lies the Wend: two hundred miles of marsh and dale and fell, sea to sea, the old pilgrim way he and Joss once set out on together and never finished. In his coat he carries a tea caddy that doesn’t hold tea, his brother’s stopped brass compass, a single chisel, and something he has never said aloud. He means to walk it alone. The road has other ideas: a woman who lances his blisters and presses her own map into his hands, a widowed farmer with her dead husband’s boots and a hard truth about pride, a half-starved boy who shadows him across the moor. At a wayside shelter he learns the rite of the Wend, that a walker carries a stone for each grief up to the cairn on the high pass and lays it down where the whole world can see how much there has been. Ned set out with one stone, for Marion. Somewhere along the way he understands he is a stone short.A spare, exact novel about the weight a man refuses to set down: grief and guilt and the small mercies of strangers, and how much harder it is to be forgiven than to be blamed. Perfect for readers who love quiet literary fiction, family secrets, and the slow country of second chances, for fans of Rachel Joyce’s The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry.Walk the Wend with him, and see what he leaves on the cairn.
