In the dead heart of winter, evil stirs...

My Swordhand is Singing is the story of Peter, a young woodcutter, caught up in the danger of the past.

Peter and his father Tomas travel around Europe, never having a permanent home and never fitting in. Chust is no different: with its superstitious and unfriendly occupants Peter and Tomas feel more unwelcome than ever.

Peter is worried, his father is being so secretive; why did he dig a moat round their little hut, and what was in the mysterious box that he was forbidden to touch? The ever-more-frequent murders aren’t helping the matter: with more people dying every night, it’s all Peter can do to just run away. But with the help of the gypsy princess, Peter can uncover Chust’s dangerous secret, the secret of the nosferatu ...

I looked forward to reading this book with great anticipation, however, I was a little disappointed. Despite this book’s action and excitement from the start, it failed to grip me until around sixty pages in; after that, I was entranced and terrified at the beautifully sinister tale. The pace was fast and furious, with mystery and suspense throughout. With such a wonderfully chilling lead up, I must admit  that the climax was a bit of a letdown: it seemed a little passé. Also, since most of the main characters are men, the author needs to be more careful about the amount of times he uses the word “he” since this can get rather confusing. However, this was an enthralling read and I would recommend it to many of my friends.