Excerpt
PROLOGUE - THE BOY WHO WOULD BE GOD THERE’S A PHOTO. Not the famous ones—not the missile launches or the death stare across the DMZ. No, this one’s different. It’s just a pudgy kid in a basketball jersey. Nike sneakers. Backpack slung over one shoulder. Hunched like a bored teenager, eating Swiss cheese and doodling nuclear warheads in his notebook. This is Kim Jong-un. Age thirteen. Not Supreme Leader. Not the Butcher of Pyongyang. Just a lonely boy in a foreign land, homesick and simmering. He’ll go back, one day. And when he does, he’ll inherit something older than himself: A throne carved from delusion, fear, and blood. A nation so sealed off from reality it makes The Truman Show look...