<b>By the <i>New York Times </i>bestselling author of <i>The Bone Clocks </i>and <i>Cloud Atlas </i>| A <i>Publishers Weekly </i>Literary Fiction Top 10 Pick for Fall 2015</b><br><b>&nbsp;</b><br><i>Keep your eyes peeled for a small black iron door.</i><br><b><i>&nbsp;</i></b><br>Down the road from a working-class British pub, along the brick wall of a narrow alley, if the conditions are exactly right, you’ll find the entrance to Slade House. A stranger will greet you by name and invite you inside. At first, you won’t want to leave. Later, you’ll find that you can’t. Every nine years, the house’s residents—an odd brother and sister—extend a unique invitation to someone who’s different or lonely: a precocious teenager, a divorced policeman, a shy college student. But what really goes on inside Slade House? For those who find out, it’s already too late. . . .<br>&nbsp;<br>Spanning five decades, from the last days of the 1970s to the present, leaping genres, and barreling toward an astonishing conclusion, this intricately woven novel will pull you into a reality-warping new vision of the haunted house story—as only David Mitchell could imagine it.<br>&nbsp;<br><b>Advance praise for <i>Slade House</i></b><br><b><i>&nbsp;</i></b><br>“I gulped down this novel in a single evening. Intricately connected to David Mitchell’s previous books, this compact fantasy burns with classic Mitchellian energy. Painstakingly imagined and crackling with narrative velocity, it’s a<i>Dracula</i> for the new millennium, a ‘Hansel and Gretel’ for grownups, a reminder of how much fun fiction can be.”<b>—Anthony Doerr, Pulitzer Prize–winning author of<i>All the Light We Cannot See</i></b><br><br>“David Mitchell’s <i>Slade House</i> is a deranged garden of forking paths, where all the flowers are poisonous, and every escape is choked with thorns. Mitchell has long been acknowledged as one of the finest literary minds—if not the finest—of his generation; but he’s also one of the most suspenseful, and he proves it in every gripping, vertiginous set piece. In some ways, the book is a little like Wes Craven hired Umberto Eco to reinvent<i>Nightmare on Elm Street</i>. But that doesn’t quite do justice to its white-hot intensity: I think five minutes inside of Slade House would leave Freddy Kreuger trembling and crying for mama.”<b>—Joe Hill,<i>New York Times</i> bestselling author of <i>NOS4A2 </i>and<i> Horns</i></b><br>&nbsp;<br>“Sharp, fast, flat-out spooky, <i>Slade House</i> is such a hypnotic read that you are likely to miss your subway stop in order to keep reading. And by<i>you,</i> I mean <i>me</i>.”<b>—Daniel Handler, <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author of<i>We Are Pirates</i> and the Lemony Snicket series</b><br><br>“David Mitchell doesn’t break rules so much as he proves them to be inhibitors to lively intelligent fiction.<i>Slade House</i> is a fractal offshoot crystallizing from his remarkable <i>The Bone Clocks,</i> an eerie haunted-house tale that takes as much from quantum mechanics as from traditional supernatural lore, a spellbinding chiller about an unnatural greed for life and the arrogance of power.”<b>—#1 <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author Dean Koontz</b><br>&nbsp;<br>“What can’t David Mitchell do? <i>Slade House</i> is a page-burning, read-in-one-sitting, at times terrifying novel that does for the haunted house story what Henry James did for the ghost story in<i>The Turn of the Screw</i>. It has all the intelligence and linguistic dazzle of a David Mitchell novel, but this one will also creep the pants off you.”<b>—Adam Johnson, Pulitzer Prize–winning author of<i>Fortune Smiles</i> and <i>The Orphan Master’s Son</i></b>