A brilliantly detailed, fast-paced historical thriller, "The Hangman’s Daughter" is the first novel from German television screenwriter Oliver Pötzsch, a descendent of the Kuisls, a famous Bavarian executioner clan. Children are being murdered and witchcraft is being blamed.
Germany, 1660: When a dying boy is pulled from the river with a mark crudely tattooed on his shoulder, hangman Jakob Kuisl is called upon to investigate whether witchcraft is at play in his small Bavarian town. Whispers and dark memories of witch trials and the women burned at the stake just... read more (warning: may contain spoilers)
“When he dipped into the mysteries of nature, he was sure that there must be a God. Who else could create such lovely works of art?”
“If you want to know who is responsible for anything, ask who benefits from it.”
“A woman who buried her nose in books was regarded with suspicion by the men.”
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When he dipped into the mysteries of nature, he was sure that there must be a God. Who else could create such lovely works of art?Highlighted by 430 Kindle customers
It was difficult in such times to believe in God, but Jakob Kuisl discovered Him in the beauties of nature.Highlighted by 268 Kindle customers
Walpurgis Night…” “Witches’ night,”Highlighted by 146 Kindle customers
mandrake in my closet.” “A man—!Highlighted by 145 Kindle customers
The leather gloves he was wearing today would be burned after the execution.Highlighted by 107 Kindle customers
SCHONGAU OCTOBER 12, A.D. 1624Highlighted by 99 Kindle customers
The war brought ruin to Germany, but it couldn’t do any harm to these men. Lechner couldn’t suppress a smile. Fat will always float to the top.Highlighted by 76 Kindle customers
Schongauers had already moved to the execution site just outside the town walls, to get good seats.Highlighted by 73 Kindle customers
Pfaffenwinkel—the priests’ corner—and merry noise and laughter could be heard from the town. Drums rumbled, cymbals clanged, and somewhere a fiddle was playing. The aroma of deep-fried doughnuts and roasted meat drifted down to the foul-smelling tanners’ quarter. Yes, it was going to be a lovely execution.Highlighted by 46 Kindle customers
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