The Distant Hours: A NovelFrom the New York Times bestselling author of Homecoming comes a haunting tale of long-buried secrets and the twists of fate that can alter lives forever. This enthralling romantic thriller pays homage to the classics of gothic fiction, spinning a rich and intricate web of mystery, suspense, and lost love. It starts with a letter, lost for half a century and unexpectedly delivered to Edie’s mother on a Sunday afternoon. The letter leads Edie to Milderhurst Castle, where the eccentric Blythe spinsters live and where, she discovers, her mother was billeted during World War II. The elder Blythe sisters are twins and have spent most of their lives caring for their younger sister, Juniper, who hasn’t been the same since her fiancé jilted her in 1941. Inside the decaying castle, Edie searches for her mother’s past but soon learns there are other secrets hidden in its walls. The truth of what happened in “the distant hours” has been waiting a long time for someone to find it. |
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... told me later, not then. she stood rigidly as tears spilled down her cheeks and she clutched the strange little envelope, its paper so thin i could make out the corner of the folded letter inside, hard against her bosom. Then she ...
... told me later, not then. she stood rigidly as tears spilled down her cheeks and she clutched the strange little envelope, its paper so thin i could make out the corner of the folded letter inside, hard against her bosom. Then she ...
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... told you much about that time, have i? During the war, the second World War. it was a terrible time, such confusion, so many things were broken. it seemed . . .” she sighed. “Well, it seemed as if the world would never return to normal ...
... told you much about that time, have i? During the war, the second World War. it was a terrible time, such confusion, so many things were broken. it seemed . . .” she sighed. “Well, it seemed as if the world would never return to normal ...
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... where I was sitting on the floor. 'What's your name?' she said, and when I told her she smiled and said that I must be tired, having traveled such a long way. 'Would you like to come and stay with me?' 12 Kate Morton.
... where I was sitting on the floor. 'What's your name?' she said, and when I told her she smiled and said that I must be tired, having traveled such a long way. 'Would you like to come and stay with me?' 12 Kate Morton.
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... told her it was fine and suggested that she have a lie-down. she agreed, and as i gathered my things into my bag she was already swallowing two aspirins in preparation, reminding me to keep my ears covered in the wind. My dad, as it ...
... told her it was fine and suggested that she have a lie-down. she agreed, and as i gathered my things into my bag she was already swallowing two aspirins in preparation, reminding me to keep my ears covered in the wind. My dad, as it ...
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... told me she'd made a mistake, that it was too late? and why had she lied to me, just three months before, when she'd told me that Juniper Blythe's letter meant nothing? Round and round the questions flew, until finally I found 23.
... told me she'd made a mistake, that it was too late? and why had she lied to me, just three months before, when she'd told me that Juniper Blythe's letter meant nothing? Round and round the questions flew, until finally I found 23.
Contents
9781439152782_Outside_Back_Jacket_Flap | 567 |
9781439152782_Outside_Back_Jacket | 568 |
9781439152782_Spine_Jacket | 569 |
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