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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... seemed . . .” she sighed. “Well, it seemed as if the world would never return to normal. as if it had been tipped off its axis and nothing would ever set it to rights.” she cupped her hands around the steaming rim of her mug and stared ...
... seemed . . .” she sighed. “Well, it seemed as if the world would never return to normal. as if it had been tipped off its axis and nothing would ever set it to rights.” she cupped her hands around the steaming rim of her mug and stared ...
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... seemed to alter.” “Alter?” I wrinkled my nose, thinking of that scene in Carrie when the light explodes. “It's hard to explain. Have you ever met a person who seems to bring their own atmosphere with them when they arrive somewhere ...
... seemed to alter.” “Alter?” I wrinkled my nose, thinking of that scene in Carrie when the light explodes. “It's hard to explain. Have you ever met a person who seems to bring their own atmosphere with them when they arrive somewhere ...
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... seemed unkind to remind her that i don't eat meat anyway and that my attendance was more in the order of daughterly service, so i told her it was fine and suggested that she have a lie-down. she agreed, and as i gathered my things into ...
... seemed unkind to remind her that i don't eat meat anyway and that my attendance was more in the order of daughterly service, so i told her it was fine and suggested that she have a lie-down. she agreed, and as i gathered my things into ...
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... seemed as if i'd stepped into the fabric of a dream; as if i were occupying, once again, the very same temporal and geographical space that my long-ago self had done. My fingers tightened around the bars and somewhere, deep within my ...
... seemed as if i'd stepped into the fabric of a dream; as if i were occupying, once again, the very same temporal and geographical space that my long-ago self had done. My fingers tightened around the bars and somewhere, deep within my ...
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... seemed, had vanished. no amount of furious searching on Mum's part and impassioned declarations of mystification on mine, managed to turn it up, not even in the wasteland of missing things beneath my bed. When all avenues of search had ...
... seemed, had vanished. no amount of furious searching on Mum's part and impassioned declarations of mystification on mine, managed to turn it up, not even in the wasteland of missing things beneath my bed. When all avenues of search had ...
Contents
9781439152782_Outside_Back_Jacket_Flap | 567 |
9781439152782_Outside_Back_Jacket | 568 |
9781439152782_Spine_Jacket | 569 |
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