The Tenderness of Wolves
Costa Book of the Year 2007
By Stef Penney
A panoramic epic, a magnificent piece of storytelling, an unforgettable debut novel
10 YEAR ANNIVERSARY EDITION - FEATURES READING GROUP QUESTIONS AND NEW MATERIAL FROM STEF'S UPCOMING EPIC NOVEL, UNDER A POLE STAR
COSTA AWARD WINNER and WORLDWIDE BESTSELLER. A breathtaking tale of mystery, buried secrets and romance, set in nineteenth century frontier Canada - for fans of THE SNOW CHILD and A PLACE CALLED WINTER.
'Unquestionably atmospheric, evocative and rewarding' Independent on Sunday
'A tense and delicately written thriller' Observer
Canada, 1867. A young murder suspect flees across the snowy wilderness. Tracking him is what passes for the law in this frontier land: trappers, sheriffs, traders and the suspect's own mother, desperate to clear his name. As the party pushes further from civilisation, hidden purposes and old obsessions are revealed. One is seeking long-lost daughters; another a fortune in stolen furs; yet another is chasing rumours of a lost Native American culture. But where survival depends on cooperation, their fragile truce cannot afford to be broken, nor their overriding purpose - to find justice for a murdered man - forgotten.
The Tenderness of Wolves is a must-read historical epic, weaving adventure, suspense and humour into an exhilarating thriller, a panoramic romance and ultimately, one of the books of the last ten years.
Stef Penney grew up in Edinburgh. She has degrees in Philosophy and Theology and Film and TV, and was selected for the Carlton Television New Writers Scheme and has since written and directed two short films. She is the author of The Tenderness of Wolves and The Invisible Ones.
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08 Feb 2007
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'A terrific, gripping piece of storytelling, the meticulous plot executed with tremendous panache' Evening Standard. — Evening Standard
'An intensely atmospheric murder mystery ... Penney's immense tale allows one to feel the tundra's perishing chill in the bones, every bit as authentically as the wintry tableaux of Annie Proulx' Sunday Times. — Sunday Times