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PRAISE FOR JESSE BULLINGTON

“Darkly funny, profane, erudite, bawdy and wickedly original … an amazing new talent.”

Jeff Vandermeer

“An engrossing read.”

Interzone

“A novel of great humour, deep theology and gratuitous murder and quite unlike anything I’ve ever read before. I absolutely loved it … one of the books of the year for sure!”

SFRevu.com

“The wicked sense of amorality and humour will appeal to many who like their humour dark. Like its amazing cover, it is a satisfyingly clever, well-plotted book that never takes itself too seriously.”

SFFWorld.com

“This is one of the best I’ve read … utterly absorbing and as fine a tale as you’ll read this year.”

Sci-Fi London

“Bullington paints a world appropriately dark and sinister with a confidence that makes you wonder whether he knew someone who lived there.”

Graemesfantasybookreview.com

“Dark, brooding, atmospheric and compelling.”

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BY JESSE BULLINGTON

The Sad Tale of the Brothers Grossbart

The Enterprise of Death

COPYRIGHT

Published by Hachette Digital

ISBN: 978-0-748-11880-9

All characters and events in this publication, other than those clearly in the public domain, are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Copyright © 2011 by Jesse Bullington

Extract from The Sad Tale of the Brothers Grossbart by Jesse Bullington

Copyright © 2009 by Jesse Bullington

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior permission in writing of the publisher.

Hachette Digital

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For

All Those Who Go Before Us

Contents

Praise For Jesse Bullington

By Jesse Bullington

Copyright

Prologue: The Worst Beginning Imaginable


I: Death and the Artist

II: The Coming of His Acolytes

III: The Crucible of Madness

IV: The Three Apprentices of the Necromancer

V: The Final Test

VI: The Soldier and Death

VII: The Last Apprentice

VIII: Awkward Adolescence

IX: Medicines Bitter as Wormwood

X: Cruel Youth

XI: The Soldier and the Witch

XII: Something Sweeter Than Unspoiled Wine

XIII: The Counsel of Corpses

XIV: The Long Walk to Golgatha

XV: The Judgment of Milan

XVI: Syphilis and the Magus

XVII: The Hangman’s Sword

XVIII: A Discharge, with Some Weeping

XIX: The Smith’s Guns

XX: Manuel’s Ladies

XXI: Breakfast in Bern

XXII: Dancing After Midnight

XXIII: The Rise of the Hammer

XXIV: The Whores, the Boors, and the Moor

XXV: The Judgment of Paris

XXVI: Necromancers and Other Scavengers

XXVII: The High Cost of Living

XXVIII: A Happy Reunion

XXIX: A Fast Night in the Black Forest

XXX: The Hammer Falls

XXXI: A Slow Night in the Black Forest

XXXII: The Convergence of Trails

XXXIII: Bastards of the Schwarzwald

XXXIV: Sharp Truths

XXXV: A Tale for a Colder Night

XXXVI: The Requiem of Bicocca

XXXVII: Death and the Maiden

XXXVIII: Eternity in the Tomb

XXXIX: Et in Arcadia Ego


Bibliography

Acknowledgments

Extras

About the Author


The Sad Tale of the Brothers Grossbart

I: The First Blasphemy

II: Bastards at Large

Prologue

The Worst Beginning Imaginable

Pity Boabdil. King of Granada, last Moor lord of the Iberian Peninsula, reduced to a suppliant outside his own city by a Spaniard sovereign, an exile from a home hard won. The truce signed by kings and Pope, all that remained was for Boabdil to bow before his victorious adversary and kiss the man’s ring. The victor was supposed to refuse the offer, thus preserving some shred of Boabdil’s already tattered honor, but this stipulation must have slipped the Christian’s mind as he extended his pudgy fingers to the Moor. There was nothing for it. King Ferdinand’s seal tasted salty as the strait Boabdil would soon cross, and the man’s onion-pale queen leered at the Moor as he rose.

That dreadful Genoan sailor who hung around Isabella like a fly around a chamber pot stood a short distance off, and when they made

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