A brawl. A blade. The end of a brilliant young playwright. Or was it? - I'll write in code. Though my name melts away, I'll write in urine, onion juice and milk, In words that can be summoned by a flame, In ink as light and tough as spider silk. - So begins the answer, in Christopher Marlowe's own words - the only story he could never tell. Hilary Mantel has called it 'immensely clever, capacious, ingenious and imaginative'. Discover the literary debut of the year.

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