'Puromi never lies. Time bears us upon a different flag now. Be still madam. It will grow incandescent. I know it sounds unbearable this lost day burns all we have known you and I in our separate lifetimes. But we are together now. Let it burn. Let it. Don't let fear drag you backwards. The men in my tent died yesterday on this battlefield. I kept myself alive because this must be told. This enchantment is not a wishful dream of heaven. It is the only hope for earth.'h.' When Mariam stops beside Joe Welk a dying American soldier in Iraq whom she mistakes for her brother she is entrusted with a diary destined for his unborn child Alia. In this diary she first hears about the enigmatic god enchanter. What follows is a remarkable story that unfolds in the voices of Alia her Iraqi family a saxophonist in New York an engineer in north India a maverick environmentalist and others as their war-torn lives transform when they come in contact with the god enchanter. A haunting novel that spans continents and time The God Enchanter reinforces the power of love and of the human soul in a world torn apart by a million mutinies.