In 1847, a German physicist proposed, as a joke at a dinner party, that gravity doesn't exist. By morning, he wasn't laughing.
Joachim Meyer is brilliant, charming, and inexplicably terrified of heights. He has no memory of acquiring his expertise. His credentials are impeccable. His past is a blank.
When he begins pulling at the thread of Newton's private letters - not the published ones, the ones that were never meant to be found - what unravels is not a scandal but an architecture. Centuries old. Meticulously maintained. Involving governments, churches, aristocratic bloodlines, and at least three intelligence services that are currently watching him.
The question is not whether the conspiracy exists. The evidence for that assembles itself with uncomfortable speed. The question - the one that will stop each of the four investigators in their tracks, one by one, as they converge on the same terrible answer - is whether the people who built it were villains.
Or whether they were right.
The Hand of God is a historical thriller for readers who want their conspiracies philosophically earned - for fans of The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell by Susanna Clarke, and Foucault's Pendulum by Umberto Eco - and for anyone who has ever wondered whether some truths are worth knowing.