Orphans of War. Leah Fleming
Читать онлайн.| Название | Orphans of War |
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| Автор произведения | Leah Fleming |
| Жанр | Историческая литература |
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| Издательство | Историческая литература |
| Год выпуска | 0 |
| isbn | 9780008184070 |
LEAH FLEMING
Orphans of War
Alasdair, Hannah, Ruari and Josh
This one’s for you!
Published by Avon
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London SE1 9GF
First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins 2008
This edition published 2016
Copyright © Leah Fleming 2008
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Source ISBN: 9781847563552
Ebook Edition © May 2016 ISBN: 9780008184070
Version: 2016-03-28
Contents
Dedication
The storm in the night takes everyone by surprise: ripping tiles into domino falls, battering down doors, plucking out power lines and cables, hurling dustbins and chimney stacks through fences and down the streets of Sowerthwaite, past the sturdy stone cottages whose walls have stood firm against these onslaughts for hundreds of years.
Showers of rolling timbers hurtle into parked vans, flinging in fury against shutters and barricades. In the back ginnels of the market town, the brown rats newly installed in their winter homes burrow deep into crevices as the wind flattens larch fences, blows out cracked greenhouse glass, twisting through gaps on its rampage.
The old tree at the top of the garden of the Old Vic public house is not so lucky, swaying and lurching, groaning in one last gasp of protest. It’s too old, too brittle and hollowed out with age to put up much resistance; leaves and beech mast