Weight | 0.700 kg |
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Dimensions | 210 × 150 × 15 mm |
ISBN | 9781903110454 |
£12.00
The Bastard Wonderland
In a land not too far away and a time yet to be decided, one man and his Dad embark on an epic journey of war, peace, love, religion, magnificent flying machines and mushy peas.
The Bastard Wonderland is the astonishing debut fantasy novel from Hull writer Lee Harrison.
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