Rosie Thomas 3-Book Collection: Moon Island, Sunrise, Follies. Rosie Thomas

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      ROSIE THOMAS 3-BOOK COLLECTION

       Moon Island

       Sunrise

       Follies

      by Rosie Thomas

       Copyright

      Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd

      1 London Bridge Street

      London SE1 9GF

       www.harpercollins.co.uk

      First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2015

      Copyright © Rosie Thomas 1998, 1984, 1988

      Cover layout design © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2015

      Rosie Thomas asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

      A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.

      This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

      All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, down-loaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins.

      Source ISBN: 9780007560608, 9780007560615, 9780007560592

      Ebook Edition © September 2015 ISBN: 9780008115388

      Version: 2015-06-20

      Contents

       Title Page

      Copyright

       Moon Island

       Sunrise

       Follies

       Keep Reading from Daughter of the House

       Keep Reading from The Illusionists

       Keep Reading from The Kashmir Shawl

       About the Author

       Also by Rosie Thomas

       About the Publisher

       MOON ISLAND

      Rosie Thomas

       Copyright

      Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 1 London Bridge Street London SE1 9GF

       www.harpercollins.co.uk

      First published in the United Kingdom by William Heinemann in 1998

      Copyright © Rosie Thomas 1998

      Cover design © HarperCollins Publishers 2014

      Cover images © Shutterstock.com

      Rosie Thomas asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

      A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.

      This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

      All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins.

      Ebook Edition © FEB 2014 ISBN: 9780007560608

      Version: 2015-06-20

      Contents

       Title Page

      Copyright

      Prologue

      One

      Two

      Three

      Four

      Five

      Six

      Seven

      Eight

      Nine

      Ten

      Eleven

      Twelve

      Thirteen

      Fourteen

       Fifteen

       Sixteen

       Seventeen

       Prologue

      The boat turned a fresh furrow of ripples in the flat water. Doug Hanscom opened up the outboard motor and set a course from his dockside moorings towards the mouth of the harbour. There was a midday haze today, not a fog but a thickness of heat and moisture in the air that almost blotted out the islands lying off at the edge of the bay. Their crests of spruce trees stood black and two-dimensional against the pearly sky.

      Another boat was nosing towards him. It was Alton Purrit in the Jenny Any, with a half-dozen visitors he’d taken out to see the seals basking on the ledges at the tip of Duck Island. Alton raised his arm as they passed and called out, ‘Hope they’re crawlin’ right today, Doug.’

      Doug nodded an acknowledgement. He was not noted for loquaciousness.

      He turned towards the rocky teeth that guarded the south headland of the bay. The current ran viciously here and slapped collars of white foam against the rocks, but he negotiated the tideway without a thought. He had been a lobster