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#1 New York Times Bestseller
An Amazon Best Book of 2020

A thrilling and addictive new novel--a prequel to The Pillars of the Earth--set in England at the dawn of a new era: the Middle Ages

"Just as transporting as [The Pillars of the Earth] . . . A most welcome addition to the Kingsbridge series." --The Washington Post


It is 997 CE, the end of the Dark Ages. England is facing attacks from the Welsh in the west and the Vikings in the east. Those in power bend justice according to their will, regardless of ordinary people and often in conflict with the king. Without a clear rule of law, chaos reigns.

In these turbulent times, three characters find their lives intertwined. A young boatbuilder''s life is turned upside down when the only home he''s ever known is raided by Vikings, forcing him and his family to move and start their lives anew in a small hamlet where he does not fit in. . . . A Norman noblewoman marries for love, following her husband across the sea to a new land, but the customs of her husband''s homeland are shockingly different, and as she begins to realize that everyone around her is engaged in a constant, brutal battle for power, it becomes clear that a single misstep could be catastrophic. . . . A monk dreams of transforming his humble abbey into a center of learning that will be admired throughout Europe. And each in turn comes into dangerous conflict with a clever and ruthless bishop who will do anything to increase his wealth and power.

Thirty years ago, Ken Follett published his most popular novel, The Pillars of the Earth. Now, Follett''s masterful new prequel The Evening and the Morning takes us on an epic journey into a historical past rich with ambition and rivalry, death and birth, love and hate, that will end where The Pillars of the Earth begins.

Amazon.com Review

The inaugural book in the Kingsbridge series, The Pillars of the Earth, has sold over 27 million copies worldwide. So, Ken Follett knows what he’s doing, but no one would blame him for blinking twice at the prospect of penning the prequel. The Evening and the Morning proves he has nerves of steel. Set at the tail end of the Dark Ages when England was being pinched by the Vikings and the Welsh, it mines the growing pains of a budding legal system, one that wouldn’t only benefit the ruling class and corrupt clergymen. It’s also a star-crossed love story involving a humble boatbuilder and Norman noblewoman, two heroes whose journey provides the emotional center of an otherwise brutal, and yet beautiful, tale. Fans of Follett will certainly relish this very worthy addition to a beloved oeuvre, but it will also attract new admirers like yours truly, who initially balked at the 928 page count and then was disappointed that The Evening and the Morning didn’t stretch on to the afternoon. —Erin Kodicek, Amazon Book Review

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“[A] richly told, complex story . . . Follett is a powerful storyteller . . . [whose] fans will enjoy this jaunt through the days before England was merry.”
—Kirkus (starred)

“Follett has done it again. Readers will gobble up this exciting prequel.”
—Library Journal

“[An] absorbing and lengthy saga of life in a chaotic and unstable England on the cusp of the Middle Ages . . . Fans of Follett''s ever-popular Kingsbridge series . . . will flock to this . . . while intrigued newcomers can start here.”
—Booklist

“Follett vividly re-creates the ancient era . . . in this feast for his fans.”
—AARP


Praise for Ken Follett and the Kingsbridge series


“The Kingsbridge books . . . are swift, accessible and written in a clear, uncluttered prose that has a distinctly contemporary feel. . . . Follett presents his worlds in granular detail, but the narratives never stand still. Something dramatic, appalling or enraging happens in virtually every chapter. . . . The result is a massive entertainment that illuminates an obscure corner of British history with intelligence and great narrative energy.”
—The Washington Post

“Follett takes you to a time long past with brio and razor-sharp storytelling. An epic tale in which you will lose yourself.”
—The Denver Post

“[Follett is a] master of the sweeping, readable epic.”
—The Philadelphia Inquirer

“Follett is a master.” 
—The Washington Post

About the Author

Ken Follett is one of the world''s best-loved authors, selling more than 170 million copies of his thirty-six books. Follett''s first bestseller was  Eye of the Needle, a spy story set in the Second World War. In 1989,  The Pillars of the Earth was published and has since become Follett''s most popular novel. It reached number one on bestseller lists around the world and was an Oprah''s Book Club pick. Its sequels,  World Without End and  A Column of Fire, proved equally popular, and the Kingsbridge series has sold more than forty million copies worldwide. Follett lives in Hertfordshire, England, with his wife, Barbara. Between them they have five children, six grandchildren, and two Labradors.

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Chapter 1

 

Thursday, June 17, 997

 

It was hard to stay awake all night, Edgar found, even on the most important night of your life.

 

He had spread his cloak over the reeds on the floor and now he lay on it, dressed in the knee-length brown wool tunic that was all he wore in summer, day and night. In winter he would wrap the cloak around him and lie near the fire. But now the weather was warm: Midsummer Day was a week away.

 

Edgar always knew dates. Most people had to ask priests, who kept calendars. Edgar''s elder brother Erman had once said to him: "How come you know when Easter is?" and he had replied: "Because it''s the first Sunday after the first full moon after the twenty-first day of March, obviously." It had been a mistake to add "obviously," because Erman had punched him in the stomach for being sarcastic. That had been years ago, when Edgar was small. He was grown now. He would be eighteen three days after Midsummer. His brothers no longer punched him.

 

He shook his head. Random thoughts sent him drifting off. He tried to make himself uncomfortable, lying on his fist to stay awake.

 

He wondered how much longer he had to wait.

 

He turned his head and looked around by firelight. His home was like almost every other house in the town of Combe: oak-plank walls, a thatched roof, and an earth floor partly covered with reeds from the banks of the nearby river. It had no windows. In the middle of the single room was a square of stones surrounding the hearth. Over the fire stood an iron tripod from which cooking pots could be hung, and its legs made spidery shadows on the underside of the roof. All around the walls were wooden pegs on which were hung clothes, cooking utensils, and boatbuilding tools.

 

Edgar was not sure how much of the night had passed, because he might have dozed off, perhaps more than once. Earlier, he had listened to the sounds of the town settling for the night: a couple of drunks singing an obscene ditty, the bitter accusations of a marital quarrel in a neighboring house, a door slamming and a dog barking and, somewhere nearby, a woman sobbing. But now there was nothing but the soft lullaby of waves on a sheltered beach. He stared in the direction of the door, looking for telltale lines of light around its edges, and saw only darkness. That meant either that the moon had set, so the night was well advanced, or that the sky was cloudy, which would tell him nothing.

 

The rest of his family lay around the room, close to the walls where there was less smoke. Pa and Ma were back-to-back. Sometimes they would wake in the middle of the night and embrace, whispering and moving together, until they fell back, panting; but they were fast asleep now, Pa snoring. Erman, the eldest brother at twenty, lay near Edgar, and Eadbald, the middle one, was in the corner. Edgar could hear their steady, untroubled breathing.

 

At last, the church bell struck.

 

There was a monastery on the far side of the town. The monks had a way of measuring the hours of the night: they made big, graduated candles that told the time as they burned down. One hour before dawn they would ring the bell, then get up to chant their service of Matins.

 

Edgar lay still a little longer. The bell might have disturbed Ma, who woke easily. He gave her time to sink back into deep slumber. Then, at last, he got to his feet.

 

Silently he picked up his cloak, his shoes, and his belt with its sheathed dagger attached. On bare feet he crossed the room, avoiding the furniture: a table, two stools, and a bench. The door opened silently: Edgar had greased the wooden hinges yesterday with a generous smear of sheep''s tallow.

 

If one of his family woke now and spoke to him, he would say he was going outside to piss, and hope they did not spot that he was carrying his shoes.

 

Eadbald grunted. Edgar froze. Had Eadbald woken up, or just made a noise in his sleep? Edgar could not tell. But Eadbald was the passive one, always keen to avoid a fuss, like Pa. He would not make trouble.

 

Edgar stepped out and closed the door behind him carefully.

 

The moon had set, but the sky was clear and the beach was starlit. Between the house and the high-tide mark was a boatyard. Pa was a boatbuilder, and his three sons worked with him. Pa was a good craftsman and a poor businessman, so Ma made all the money decisions, especially the difficult calculation of what price to ask for something as complicated as a boat or ship. If a customer tried to bargain down the price, Pa would be willing to give in, but Ma would make him stand firm.

 

Edgar glanced at the yard as he laced his shoes and buckled his belt. There was only one vessel under construction, a small boat for rowing upriver. Beside it stood a large and valuable stockpile of timber, the trunks split into halves and quarters, ready to be shaped into the parts of a boat. About once a month the whole family went into the forest and felled a mature oak tree. Pa and Edgar would begin, alternately swinging long-handled axes, cutting a precise wedge out of the trunk. Then they would rest while Erman and Eadbald took over. When the tree came down, they would trim it then float the wood downriver to Combe. They had to pay, of course: the forest belonged to Wigelm, the thane to whom most people in Combe paid their rent, and he demanded twelve silver pennies for each tree.

 

As well as the timber pile, the yard contained a barrel of tar, a coil of rope, and a whetstone. All were guarded by a chained-up mastiff called Grendel, black with a gray muzzle, too old to do much harm to thieves but still able to bark an alarm. Grendel was quiet now, watching Edgar incuriously with his head resting on his front paws. Edgar knelt down and stroked his head. "Good-bye, old dog," he murmured, and Grendel wagged his tail without getting up.

 

Also in the yard was one finished vessel, and Edgar thought of it as his own. He had built it himself to an original design, based on a Viking ship. Edgar had never actually seen a Viking-they had not raided Combe in his lifetime-but two years ago a wreck had washed up on the beach, empty and fire blackened, its dragon figurehead half smashed, presumably after some battle. Edgar had been awestruck by its mutilated beauty: the graceful curves, the long serpentine prow, and the slender hull. He had been most impressed by the large out-jutting keel that ran the length of the ship, which-he had realized after some thought-gave the stability that allowed the Vikings to cross the seas. Edgar''s boat was a lesser version, with two oars and a small, square sail.

 

Edgar knew he had a talent. He was already a better boatbuilder than his elder brothers, and before long he would overtake Pa. He had an intuitive sense of how forms fitted together to make a stable structure. Years ago he had overheard Pa say to Ma: "Erman learns slowly and Eadbald learns fast, but Edgar seems to understand before the words are out of my mouth." It was true. Some men could pick up a musical instrument they had never played, a pipe or a lyre, and get a tune out of it after a few minutes. Edgar had such instincts about boats, and houses, too. He would say: "That boat will list to starboard," or: "That roof will leak," and he was always right.

 

Now he untied his boat and pushed it down the beach. The sound of the hull scraping on the sand was muffled by the shushing of the waves breaking on the shore.

 

He was startled by a girlish giggle. In the starlight he saw a naked woman lying on the sand, and a man on top of her. Edgar probably knew them, but their faces were not clearly visible and he looked away quickly, not wanting to recognize them. He had surprised them in an illicit tryst, he guessed. The woman seemed young and perhaps the man was married. The clergy preached against such affairs, but people did not always follow the rules. Edgar ignored the couple and pushed his boat into the water.

 

He glanced back at the house, feeling a pang of regret, wondering whether he would ever see it again. It was the only home he could remember. He knew, because he had been told, that he had been born in another town, Exeter, where his father had worked for a master boatbuilder; then the family had moved, while Edgar was still a baby, and had set up home in Combe, where Pa had started his own enterprise with one order for a rowboat; but Edgar could not remember any of that. This was the only home he knew, and he was leaving it for good.

 

He was lucky to have found employment elsewhere. Business had slowed since the renewal of Viking attacks on the south of England when Edgar was nine years old. Trading and fishing were dangerous while the marauders were near. Only the brave bought boats.

 

There were three ships in the harbor now, he saw by starlight: two herring fishers and a Frankish merchant ship. Dragged up on the beach were a handful of smaller craft, river and coastal vessels. He had helped to build one of the fishers. But he could remember a time when there had always been a dozen or more ships in port.

 

He felt a fresh breeze from the southwest, the prevailing wind here. His boat had a sail-small, because they were so costly: a

full-size sail for a seagoing ship would take one woman four years to make. But it was hardly worthwhile to unfurl for the short trip across the bay. He began to row, something that hardly taxed him. Edgar was heavily muscled, like a blacksmith. His father and brothers were the same. All day, six days a week, they worked with ax, adze, and auger, shaping the oak strakes that formed the hulls of boats. It was hard work and it made strong men.

 

His heart lifted. He had got away. And he was going to meet the woman he loved. The stars were brilliant; the beach glowed white; and when his oars broke the surface of the water, the curling foam was like the fall of her hair on her shoulders.

 

Her name was Sungifu, which was usually shortened to Sunni, and she was exceptional in every way.

 

He could see the premises along the seafront, most of them workplaces of fishermen and traders: the forge of a tinsmith who made rustproof items for ships; the long yard in which a roper wove his lines; and the huge kiln of a tar maker who roasted pine logs to produce the sticky liquid with which boatbuilders waterproofed their vessels. The town always looked bigger from the water: it was home to several hundred people, most making their living, directly or indirectly, from the sea.

 

He looked across the bay to his destination. In the darkness he would not have been able to see Sunni even if she had been there, which he knew she was not, since they had arranged to meet at dawn. But he could not help staring at the place where she soon would be.

 

Sunni was twenty-one, older than Edgar by more than three years. She had caught his attention one day when he was sitting on the beach staring at the Viking wreck. He knew her by sight, of course-he knew everyone living in the small town-but he had not particularly noticed her before and did not recall anything about her family. "Were you washed up with the wreck?" she had said. "You were sitting so still, I thought you were driftwood." She had to be imaginative, he saw right away, to say something like that off the top of her head; and he had explained what fascinated him about the lines of the vessel, feeling that she would understand. They had talked for an hour and he had fallen in love.

 

Then she told him she was married, but it was already too late.

 

Her husband, Cyneric, was thirty. She had been fourteen when she married him. He had a small herd of milk cows, and Sunni managed the dairy. She was shrewd, and made plenty of money for her husband. They had no children.

 

Edgar had quickly learned that Sunni hated Cyneric. Every night, after the evening milking, he went to an alehouse called the Sailors and got drunk. While he was there, Sunni could slip into the woods and meet Edgar.

 

However, from now on there would be no more hiding. Today they would run away together; or, to be exact, sail away. Edgar had the offer of a job and a house in a fishing village fifty miles along the coast. He had been lucky to find a boatbuilder who was hiring. Edgar had no money-he never had money, Ma said he had no need of it-but his tools were in a locker built into the boat. They would start a new life.

 

As soon as everyone realized they had gone, Cyneric would consider himself free to marry again. A wife who ran away with another man was, in practice, divorcing herself: the Church might not like it, but that was the custom. Within a few weeks, Sunni said, Cyneric would go into the countryside and find a desperately poor family with a pretty fourteen-year-old daughter. Edgar wondered why the man wanted a wife: he had little interest in sex, according to Sunni. "He likes to have someone to push around," she had said. "My problem was that I grew old enough to despise him."

 

Cyneric would not come after them, even if he found out where they were, which was unlikely at least for some time to come. "And if we''re wrong about that, and Cyneric finds us, I''ll beat the shit out of him," Edgar had said. Sunni''s expression had told him that she thought this was a foolish boast, and he knew she was right. Hastily, he had added: "But it probably won''t come to that."

 

He reached the far side of the bay, then beached the boat and roped it to a boulder.

 

He could hear the chanting of the monks at their prayers. The monastery was nearby, and the home of Cyneric and Sunni a few hundred yards beyond that.

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Entertaining but trite
Reviewed in the United States on September 20, 2020
I sometimes imagine that Ken Follett''s process for writing his Kingsbridge series is to sit down in a well-lit house, with a cozy drizzle outside and a cup of warm tea on the desk inside, open a drawer and pull out a series of folders, each containing the key characters for... See more
I sometimes imagine that Ken Follett''s process for writing his Kingsbridge series is to sit down in a well-lit house, with a cozy drizzle outside and a cup of warm tea on the desk inside, open a drawer and pull out a series of folders, each containing the key characters for the new book, to be fleshed out a bit more in the book. We have the plucky, clever young heroine (and yes, she does get raped, as do all plucky, clever young heroines); the precocious young builder/stone mason/prodigy who goes away to France (or Italy) and then comes back to be reunited with the heroine; the kindly, orderly church man/prior/monk; the evil, greedy bishop who gets away with most things until he suddenly does not; the evil man of violence with the evil mother (who may become repentant because she is scared of God, or because she sees how everyone else got their comeuppance); and a random assortment of Good/Righteous people and Bad/Selfish people.

The story is still entertaining, and it''s a nice dip back into the world of Kingsbridge, where everything is soothingly familiar. I enjoyed reading it.

What I did not enjoy reading is a middle-aged male author''s attempt at writing women, where they are either greedy, base creatures doing their usual womanly wiley things, or sympathetic, take-charge smart people where, except for their well-described large bosoms, they might as well be a man. Follett in particular excels at writing rape/sex scenes where it is painfully clear, that Follett is not a woman, has never felt what it feels like to have sex with a man as a woman, and apparently never found it prudent to ask any of the women in his life about it.

Would I recommend reading the book? Yes, if you, like me, enjoy rereading books you''ve enjoyed before. Reading this book is like rereading Pillars of the Earth but with just enough new twists to make it fun
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Ambitious Prequel to Pillars of the Earth
Reviewed in the United States on September 15, 2020
This book spans the decade between 997 CE and 1007CE at the beginning of the Middle Ages. England is under attack from the Vikings in the east and Welsh in the west. As the book opens, the Vikings attack the small fishing village of Combe, a shipbuilder’s family loses... See more
This book spans the decade between 997 CE and 1007CE at the beginning of the Middle Ages. England is under attack from the Vikings in the east and Welsh in the west. As the book opens, the Vikings attack the small fishing village of Combe, a shipbuilder’s family loses everything including the shipbuilder. They face privation and starvation in the aftermath of the Viking attack because the enemy burned everything from food to homes to tools. The noblemen, who consider both the town and the townspeople to be theirs, have no clue on how to keep the people who provide a rich living for them alive and working.

In this ambitious, and some may say overly ambitious, prequel to Pillars of the Earth (1989), Follett tells the story of many characters in many settings.

If you’re going to read this long book, be prepared to devote a lot of time to it. Because of the author’s propensity toward describing everything in detail, the book became bogged down in the minutiae. It starts off very slowly and picks up a little steam but doesn’t seem to ever get to the point where the reader is turning the pages as fast as she can read. No, this is a languorous book that some readers will be willing to spend time with while others will move on to the next book on their to-be-read list without finishing this one.

My thanks to Viking and Edelweiss for an eARC.
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Excellent Book
Reviewed in the United States on September 15, 2020
The Evening and the Morning by Ken Follett is an excellent historical fiction and addition to the Kingsbridge series. This installment is a prequel to the current books at the books sets the reader smack at the end of the dark ages for England at 997CE. The trio... See more
The Evening and the Morning by Ken Follett is an excellent historical fiction and addition to the Kingsbridge series. This installment is a prequel to the current books at the books sets the reader smack at the end of the dark ages for England at 997CE.

The trio of stories and intertwining is exquisite and what Follette does best. There were heroes, villains, goodness overcoming evil, romance, suspense, backstabbing, and twists thrown in for good measure.

What I loved the most was the wonderful literary descriptions of landscapes, buildings, culture, society, and day to day lives of the people at this time. I learned so much about society and England during the dark ages to add to my previous knowledge. It was definitely a great book. I loved every minute of it (but I love the series as well).

Excellent 5/5 stars
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Nothing but fabulous!
Reviewed in the United States on September 18, 2020
I''ve always thought Ken Follett could tell a good tale, but "The Evening and the Morning" surpassed my expectations. I can''t think of another author except Eloise Jarvis McGraw or Rosemary Sutcliffe so good at describing the daily life of people in ancient times. Follett... See more
I''ve always thought Ken Follett could tell a good tale, but "The Evening and the Morning" surpassed my expectations. I can''t think of another author except Eloise Jarvis McGraw or Rosemary Sutcliffe so good at describing the daily life of people in ancient times. Follett made me feel as if I were living in the time period of 997-1007. Best of all, there were no boring bits that I had to skip, such as instructions for building a cathedral or turning a log into a dugout canoe. Nor were there passages of exposition disguised as dialogue between characters.

In short, I could hardly put it down! Thoroughly recommend this book.
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Boring and an unworthy prequel
Reviewed in the United States on September 27, 2020
I''m a big fan of historical fiction and I loved Pillars of the Earth. This book is a stone cold dud. The characters are as lifeless as the prose, which feels as if it was written by a computer program. There''s no color, no depth, no nuance. It''s all flat and lifeless,... See more
I''m a big fan of historical fiction and I loved Pillars of the Earth. This book is a stone cold dud. The characters are as lifeless as the prose, which feels as if it was written by a computer program. There''s no color, no depth, no nuance. It''s all flat and lifeless, one flat sentence following another. Compare the events in his first chapter, for example, to any book of Bernard Cornwell''s Anglo-Saxon Tales to see the differences between rich creation of a period to a dry-as-dust version.

There are tons of things wrong with this book from early on. Edgar is a main character and his mother calls him "Eddie"? That just feels too modern, but it''s in line with the voice of the book feeling too modern over all. The Vikings show up early on, Edgar rushes to the church to ring the bell and warn the village but engages in time-wasting dialogue while trying to ring it before he explains why he''s there.

There are places where the prose itself feels as if it was badly translated from another language. He''s hiding under a manger while the raid is in progress, then this: "He heard a dog whine, and understood that Brindle must be standing beside the inverted manger." That''s weirdly awkward and slow given the chaos and panic around him at the moment. Of course he understood he''s not an idiot. Move the story faster, Ken!

I could go on, but the book isn''t worth more of my time. It will sell millions of copies and spawn another miniseries, and many readers won''t care about its faults or even notice them.
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Book 4 / Prequel
Reviewed in the United States on September 15, 2020
The Evening and The Morning is the prequel to Pillars of the Earth. The story begins in the Dark Ages, a time of Viking raids, duplicitous clergy, murderous plots, and Kings. In classic Ken Follett style, he builds a world so thoroughly throughout the first 400+ pages, then... See more
The Evening and The Morning is the prequel to Pillars of the Earth. The story begins in the Dark Ages, a time of Viking raids, duplicitous clergy, murderous plots, and Kings. In classic Ken Follett style, he builds a world so thoroughly throughout the first 400+ pages, then ties up all the loose ends with lots of drama in the last 400+. Reading one of his books takes time and patience, but pays off in the end, and this book is no different. As a fan of Pillars of the Earth and World without End, I enjoyed discovering how the King’s Bridge priory and cathedral originated, and appreciated the connection of the texts by the end of the novel. It is a classic good versus evil narrative that will keep you reading.
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Disappointed
Reviewed in the United States on September 16, 2020
Let me begin by saying I HAVE NOT READ THE BOOK YET as I just received it yesterday. My disappointment is in the quality of the book itself. It looks as if it could be classified as a "second". Since this is a brand new book I was disappointed in the quality. A few... See more
Let me begin by saying I HAVE NOT READ THE BOOK YET as I just received it yesterday. My disappointment is in the quality of the book itself. It looks as if it could be classified as a "second". Since this is a brand new book I was disappointed in the quality. A few pages in the center of the book were not clean cut and stuck out every so slightly from the rest of the book pages. Upon further inspection I found the binding in the area to be poor. Pages were cut poorly and bound with a slight folded edge in the book. I really do treasure my books and I was disappointed in this copy. Regardless, I look forward to a wonderful read as Ken Follett really captures a reader!
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Maria Mejia
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Amazing story
Reviewed in the United States on September 20, 2020
It took me a night, a day and a morning to finish this book. I could barely put it down I was so captivated by the story.
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The Evening and the Morning
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on September 20, 2020
It is the year 977CE at the end of the dark ages and Lady Raginhild, known as Ragna, a beautiful red headed French Nobel-woman steps ashore in England on her way to to marry the man she loves. She is to marry Wilwulf the ealdorman of Shiring. Her life until that day had...See more
It is the year 977CE at the end of the dark ages and Lady Raginhild, known as Ragna, a beautiful red headed French Nobel-woman steps ashore in England on her way to to marry the man she loves. She is to marry Wilwulf the ealdorman of Shiring. Her life until that day had been a privileged one, the daughter of the Count and Countess of Cherbourg she was brought up in Cherbourg Castle within a happy and loving environment. Life for Lady Ragna will never be the same again, she will endure a totally different life in England which is in a state of great turmoil fighting off not only attacks from the Welsh from the West but also terrible Viking invasions from the East. King Ethelred, who is not a strong ruler, has no clear rule of law, therefore chaos and bloodshed reign. One constant in her future life in England will be Aldred a monk who she had met previously when he visited Cherbourg Castle. Aldred dreams of building a library and scriptorium in the Abbey at Shiring. Meanwhile a young man Edgar, the son of a boatbuilder, and his family are devastated by a Viking massacre in his village of Combe. His father and the woman that he loves are killed and the family’s boat yard destroyed. Edgar, his two brothers and their mother move to Dreng’s Ferry and begin life again as farmers, suffering great poverty and hardship. On Lady Ragna’s journey to her new home in Shiring she stops at Dreng’s Ferry for the night. Lady Ragna and Edgar meet at Dreng’s Ferry and a friendship, which will last for many years, begins. The reader will find they are not only shocked, dismayed and angry at what befalls the three friends but enlightened as to what life was like in the Middle Ages. The Evening and the Morning is a wonderfully compelling insight into life at the end of the Dark Ages and the start of the Middle Ages and a great prequel to the Kingsbridge trilogy.
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Alison Cook
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Stunningly good read.
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on September 24, 2020
Ken Follett’s new book ‘The Evening and the Morning,’ as a prequel to the Kingsbridge Trilogy, is an incredible insight into the Dark Ages of England. So much well researched fact entwined with the story, it’s easy to forget that it is fictional. This story is a...See more
Ken Follett’s new book ‘The Evening and the Morning,’ as a prequel to the Kingsbridge Trilogy, is an incredible insight into the Dark Ages of England. So much well researched fact entwined with the story, it’s easy to forget that it is fictional. This story is a masterpiece, the narrative threads of characters and action with; great mixtures of love, lust, religion, the Court, everyday living, death, brutality, romance, pathos et al, learning about our indigenous Anglo-Saxons, the Normans and Vikings has been a pleasure. Such sensory descriptions, visceral narrative, Ken Follet knows how to bring his characters alive for us readers. I’ve learned so much about England during the Dark Ages, it’s left me wanting to learn more. Thank you to Pigeonhole.com for this opportunity of reading and commenting with other readers. Such a great book club that brings stories and characters alive, simply because I am not alone reading it. Thank you to Ken Follett for bring such a masterpiece, again, and for being such a master storyteller of historical fiction.
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BetteD
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Excellent story
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on September 23, 2020
As pillars of the earth is one of my all time favourites I looked forward to this prequel and I was not disappointed. Full of great characters both good and evil. The story engrossed me totally as the world around me disappeared. Only thing that made me sad is I have...See more
As pillars of the earth is one of my all time favourites I looked forward to this prequel and I was not disappointed. Full of great characters both good and evil. The story engrossed me totally as the world around me disappeared. Only thing that made me sad is I have finished it. Undoubtably I will read it again in a few months. Highly recommend it.
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Lisa
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Pleasure in book form
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on September 25, 2020
A long awaited prequel to the Kingsbridge trilogy, this makes it a quartet, Mr Follett writes such engaging characters both good and bad that you could almost hear the cheering when one of the good guys overcomes disaster and equally when one of the bad guys gets their just...See more
A long awaited prequel to the Kingsbridge trilogy, this makes it a quartet, Mr Follett writes such engaging characters both good and bad that you could almost hear the cheering when one of the good guys overcomes disaster and equally when one of the bad guys gets their just deserts. Set 140 years before Pillars and encompasses Viking raids, Welsh raiders & slaves, evil clergy but most importantly how Kingsbridge came into being. My only complaint is that the end came too quickly such was my pleasure of reading it both in book form and on Pigeonhole. Buy it, enjoy it and then read the next book Pillars of the Earth
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Patrick Finnegan
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4th best out of 4
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on October 10, 2020
As a novel this is well worth the read but it has the misfortune to be placed among a trilogy of the greatest historical fiction ever written. World without end just might be the greatest medieval work of fiction I''ve ever read, Pillars as well is just as good. Column of...See more
As a novel this is well worth the read but it has the misfortune to be placed among a trilogy of the greatest historical fiction ever written. World without end just might be the greatest medieval work of fiction I''ve ever read, Pillars as well is just as good. Column of Fire also is a phenomenal read, could not put it down, but have always rated it as being a tiny step behind the other two. The Evening and the morning is a somewhat bigger step being Column of Fire. I did not feel the same connection with Edgar as I did with Merthin, Jack or Ned. Ragnar, the heroine of the novel was indeed my favourite character but didn''t feel as viscerally connected as I did to Aliena in Pillars for example. I also didn''t feel like the bad guy role that Ken is now pretty much famous for at the stage was fleshed out enough, there was no character that really made my skin crawl and the discriptions of what they looked like was not as vivid for some reason. I still gave this book 4 stars because I hold follett to such an incredibly high standard and when compared with other works of fiction from other writers at the moment, it measures up quite well.
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