In the mid-1980s, a rural community down along Georgia's coastal plain is plagued by a series of horrendously grisly events, seemingly unconnected.
Author: L a Hill
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ISBN: 9798565567151
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Page: 496
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In the mid-1980s, a rural community down along Georgia's coastal plain is plagued by a series of horrendously grisly events, seemingly unconnected. But they share one thing in common - a terrifying, centuries-old secret which lies in wait, hidden among the shadows of Moss Crest, a once-beautiful, Gothic estate now crumbling among the marsh and ruins of mysterious Sydney Island. Once Moss Crest's secret is unleashed upon the world, it will spell unspeakable evil for all of mankind.
In the mid-1980s, a rural community down along Georgia's coastal plain is plagued by a series of horrendously grisly events, seemingly unconnected.
Author: L. A. Hill
Publisher:
ISBN: 1716507081
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Page: 496
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In the mid-1980s, a rural community down along Georgia's coastal plain is plagued by a series of horrendously grisly events, seemingly unconnected. But they share one thing in common - a terrifying, centuries-old secret which lies in wait, hidden among the shadows of Moss Crest, a once-beautiful, Gothic estate now crumbling among the marsh and ruins of mysterious Sydney Island. Once Moss Crest's secret is unleashed upon the world, it will spell unspeakable evil for all of mankind.
of plush or velvet , as even and as closely little cushion of moss from the nearest wall , pressed together . ... or black colour . over the woven and rugged threads under The former is living and growing , and the heavy pressure .
but woe to her if she is passing over when the ninth wave comes , whose crest would crash her beams like matchwood . ... we felt quite sorry to leave the " Lofoten ; none the less so , because all the luggage was again in evidence .
There fall the leaves of autumn , all russet , gold , and red , And , like a monarch's jewelled robe , bedeck his ... And no man knows his story — if he fell in fray forgot , Where in the wild hill passes , Elliott met Ker or Scott .
No single moss is allowed to grow at its own sweet will , but is trimmed in its Procrustes ' bed by an inexorable law - by the same law ... like the leaves of trees , but invisibly in continual succession beneath the ascending crest .
Their final duty is to die ; their main task is not , like other leaves , in their life , but in their death to form by their decay and decomposition the soil out of which first the topmost crest of the moss- tuft , all green and bright ...
Perhaps it was only a leaf. Just one of those big hard tropical leaves gone dry and twisted and discoloured. Something like that, caught on a dangling strand of moss or creeper in its falling. A burst seedpod or a wilted flower.
Author: Georgina Harding
Publisher: Bloomsbury Publishing
ISBN: 9781408896266
Category: Fiction
Page: 240
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A profound masterpiece on war, loss and survival, rendered in prose of rhythmic precision, subtlety and exceptional sensitivity, by the Orange Prize-shortlisted author of Painter of Silence 'Arresting and brutal ... the finely tuned work of a writer exceptionally at ease with her craft and a testament to the power and poetry of clean and disciplined prose' Sadie Jones, Guardian Charlie's experiences at the Battle of Kohima and the months he spent lost in the remote jungles of Assam during the Second World War are now history. Home and settled on a farm in Norfolk and newly married to Claire, he is one of the lucky survivors. Starting a family and working the land seem the best things a man can be doing. But a chasm exists between them. Memories flood Charlie's mind; at night, on rain-slicked roads and misty mornings in the fields, the past can feel more real than the present. What should be said and what left unsaid? Is it possible to find connection and forge a new life in the wake of unfathomable horror? A beautifully conceived, deftly controlled and delicately wrought meditation on the isolating impact of war and the inescapable reach of the past, Georgina Harding's haunting and lyrical novel questions the very nature of survival, and what it is that the living owe the dead.
There fall the leaves of autumn , all russet , gold , and red , SWING ! swing ! ... Lie over brown bents , woven and wet , Where yellow - eyed white violet With moss and strawberry had met , Swing ! swing ! ... None know , for ...
Haslewood , Fairfield Stud , with genuine mares to leave good sound stock . ... Moss Hawk , chesnut ( 16 hands ) , may get nippy light - weight hunters or steeplechase horses . belong to owners not residing in Scotland , and Dry Toast ...