My brother, Shiva, and I came into the world in the late afternoon of the twentieth of September in the year of grace 1954. We took our first breaths in the thick air of Addis Ababa, capital city of Ethiopia. Bound by birth, we were driven apart by bitter betrayal. No surgeon can heal the would that divides two brothers. Where silk and steel fail, story must succeed. To begin at the beginning..."This huge, rich, ambitious tapestry of a novel makes insomnia a pleasure...tremendous" (The Times)"There is a gravity and beauty in his writing that sets it apart from much contemporary fiction" (Daily Telegraph)"Tremendous, compassionate, exuberant" (Independent)"The reader feels there really is something at stake - birth, love, death, war, loyalty" (Guardian)"Tremendous, compassionate, exuberant" (Michael Bywater Independent)