Blood. Iron. Fate.

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Mist on the moor. Iron in the firelight. In a Scotland of warlords, cold gods and colder winters, a victorious soldier rides home through the dark and meets three strangers who speak his future aloud.

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They name him king.

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The word takes root in Macbeth like a blade. One murder stands between him and the throne; one night, one knife and a kingdom is his. But a crown taken in blood must be kept in blood. The dark he has woken will not be sent back to sleep.

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The National Production Company strips Shakespeare's fiercest tragedy back to the bone and sets it where it belongs: the brutal, half-pagan twilight of the Dark Ages, where prophecy walks, ambition damns, and every throne is raised on a grave.

A story of murder, madness and the terrible cost of getting everything you wanted.