The Last Day

Half the world is in darkness. Only she can save the light . . . the post-apocalyptic bestselling read. 'A brilliant near-future thriller and a really cracking read ' Richard Osman 'Will keep you gripped to the very last page ' C.J. Tudor 'Wonderful ... the best future-shock thriller for years .' Lee Child 'A stunningly original thriller' Harlan Coben 'A beautifully realised and thought - provoking thriller ' The Times ' Intriguing and unusual ' Sunday Times ____________________ 2059. The world has stopped turning. One half suffers an endless frozen night; the other, nothing but burning sun. Only in a slim twilit region between them can life survive. In an isolationist Britain clinging on in the twilight zone, scientist Ellen Hopper receives a letter from a dying man. It contains a powerful and dangerous secret. One that those in power will kill to conceal . . . ____________________ 'Reminiscent of Robert Harris 's high-concept conspiracy thrillers' Financial Times 'I read this hungrily ... A fabulous achievement .' Stephen Fry ' Inventive , richly detailed world-building' Telegraph 'A tantalizing , suspenseful odyssey of frustration, deceit, treachery, torture, hope, despair and ingenious sleuthing ' Washington Post 'A taut, thrilling runaround' Guardian 'A brilliant debut ... Fans of Robert Harris will love it' Daily Express 'To say it's gripping is an understatement' Sara Pascoe 'Murray has crafted something original ... an interesting new twist on a post-apocalyptic tale.' Kirkus 'Downright impossible to stop reading .' Booklist ' Dark , believable and brilliantly written' Jenny Colgan 'I couldn't put this book down !' Christina Dalcher

Half the world is in darkness. Only she can save the light . . . the post-apocalyptic bestselling read. 'A brilliant near-future thriller and a really cracking read ' Richard Osman 'Will keep you gripped to the very last page ' C.J. Tudor 'Wonderful ... the best future-shock thriller for years .' Lee Child 'A stunningly original thriller' Harlan Coben 'A beautifully realised and thought - provoking thriller ' The Times ' Intriguing and unusual ' Sunday Times ____________________ 2059. The world has stopped turning. One half suffers an endless frozen night; the other, nothing but burning sun. Only in a slim twilit region between them can life survive. In an isolationist Britain clinging on in the twilight zone, scientist Ellen Hopper receives a letter from a dying man. It contains a powerful and dangerous secret. One that those in power will kill to conceal . . . ____________________ 'Reminiscent of Robert Harris 's high-concept conspiracy thrillers' Financial Times 'I read this hungrily ... A fabulous achievement .' Stephen Fry ' Inventive , richly detailed world-building' Telegraph 'A tantalizing , suspenseful odyssey of frustration, deceit, treachery, torture, hope, despair and ingenious sleuthing ' Washington Post 'A taut, thrilling runaround' Guardian 'A brilliant debut ... Fans of Robert Harris will love it' Daily Express 'To say it's gripping is an understatement' Sara Pascoe 'Murray has crafted something original ... an interesting new twist on a post-apocalyptic tale.' Kirkus 'Downright impossible to stop reading .' Booklist ' Dark , believable and brilliantly written' Jenny Colgan 'I couldn't put this book down !' Christina Dalcher

On August 24, 79 CE, a baker named Modestus stamped his name into loaves of bread he would never sell. Election slogans were freshly painted on walls no one would read again. Dogs were chained in doorways they could not escape. It was a Tuesday. It was the last Tuesday. This book is about the space between "everything seems fine" and "everything is over." The gap. The hours, days, or centuries when the end is already in motion but people are still baking bread, still painting walls, still chaining dogs, still living their ordinary lives as though ordinary were a permanent condition. Thirty-two chapters. Sixteen civilizations. Five thousand years. From Pompeii to Hiroshima, from the last Ottoman sultan smuggled onto a British warship to the Lehman Brothers employees carrying boxes out the door. From Gilgamesh failing to find immortality to Brittany Maynard choosing her own last day. From the Cassandras who warned and were ignored to the survivors who missed doomed flights by minutes because of a hangover. Every chapter asks the same question: what did they do in the gap? What do humans do when the mountain is smoking but the bread still needs baking? When the diagnosis has been given but dinner still needs cooking? When the empire is falling but the calendar still says tomorrow? The answer is the most human thing imaginable. They pretend. They deny. They joke. They pray. They hold someone. They let someone go. They finish their Tuesday. This is not a survival guide. This is not a history book. This is a mirror held up to the one thing every person, every empire, and every civilization has in common: a last day that looked exactly like every other day. The calendar on your wall says tomorrow. The calendar has always lied.

On August 24, 79 CE, a baker named Modestus stamped his name into loaves of bread he would never sell. Election slogans were freshly painted on walls no one would read again. Dogs were chained in doorways they could not escape. It was a Tuesday. It was the last Tuesday. This book is about the space between "everything seems fine" and "everything is over." The gap. The hours, days, or centuries when the end is already in motion but people are still baking bread, still painting walls, still chaining dogs, still living their ordinary lives as though ordinary were a permanent condition. Thirty-two chapters. Sixteen civilizations. Five thousand years. From Pompeii to Hiroshima, from the last Ottoman sultan smuggled onto a British warship to the Lehman Brothers employees carrying boxes out the door. From Gilgamesh failing to find immortality to Brittany Maynard choosing her own last day. From the Cassandras who warned and were ignored to the survivors who missed doomed flights by minutes because of a hangover. Every chapter asks the same question: what did they do in the gap? What do humans do when the mountain is smoking but the bread still needs baking? When the diagnosis has been given but dinner still needs cooking? When the empire is falling but the calendar still says tomorrow? The answer is the most human thing imaginable. They pretend. They deny. They joke. They pray. They hold someone. They let someone go. They finish their Tuesday. This is not a survival guide. This is not a history book. This is a mirror held up to the one thing every person, every empire, and every civilization has in common: a last day that looked exactly like every other day. The calendar on your wall says tomorrow. The calendar has always lied.