Another unforgettable tale weaving history and mystery from the bestselling author of The House At Riverton and The Forgotten Garden .
Edie Burchill and her mother have never been close, but when a long lost letter arrives one Sunday afternoon with the return address of Millderhurst... read more
Edie Burchill and her mother have never been close, but when a long lost letter arrives one Sunday afternoon with the return address of Millderhurst Castle, Kent, printed on its envelope, Edie begins to suspect that her mother’s emotional distance masks an old secret.
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“For it is said, you know, that a letter will always seek a reader; that sooner or later, like it or not, words have a way of finding the light, of making their secrets known.”
“I woke with a start, catching my dream in the process of dissolving. Tattered fancies hung like ghosts in the room’s corners and I lay very still for a time, willing them not to dissipate”
“After all, it's the librarian's sworn purpose to bring books together with their one true reader.”Edie
“I'm good with words, but not the spoken kind: I've often thought what a marvelous thing it would be if I could only conduct relationships on paper. An I suppose, in a sense, that's what I do, for I've hundreds of the other sort, the friends contained within bindings, page after glorious page of ink, stories that unfold the same way every time but never lose their joy, that take me by the hand and lead me through doorways into worlds of great terror and rapturous delight.”Edie
“It's natural in times of great perplexity, I think, to seek out the familiar, and the high shelves and long rows of neatly line-up spines were immensely reassuring.”Edie
“He crossed his arms like a cranky child and I scrabbled for the words to explain to him the contract between reader and writer, the dangers of narrative greed. The sacrilege of just blurting out what had taken chapters to build, secrets hidden carefully by the author behind countless sleights of hand.”
“Her family, her home, was built on a foundation of words, he'd said, time and again, the family tree laced together with sentences in place of limbs.”Persephone Blythe (aka Percy)
“It wasn't money or status he admired, but brains; talent was the currency with which he sought to surround himself.”Percy's thoughts of her father
“The Blythes were no more and their distant hours were silent.”
“It's a funny thing, character, the way it brands people as they age, rising from within to leave its scar.”Edie
“Lack of potatoes left a person's stomach growling, but absence of beauty hardened the soul.”Seraphina Blythe (aka Saffy)
Prologue
Part One:
A Lost Letter Finds Its Way
A Memory Clarifies
The Books and the Birds
Raymond Blythe's Milderhurst
Chapter One:
Man of Kent
Journey Through a Garden's Bones
Three Fading Sisters
Caretakers in the Veins
The Empty Attic and the Distant Hours
The Mud Man, the Muniment Room, and a Locked Door
Say You'll Come Dancing
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Part Two:
The Book of Magical Wet Animals
A Suitable Strip Club and Pandora's Box
The Weight of the Waiting Room
Home Again, Home Again, Jiggety Jig
One
Two
Three
Four
Part Three:
Kidnappings and Recriminations
The Plot Becomes Rather Thick
One
Two
The Letting Pages
An Invitation and a New Edition
Three
Four
Five
Part Four:
Back to Milderhurst Castle
A Faux Pas and a Coup
One
Two
Three
Four
Mrs. Bird's Suspicions
The Night He Didn't Come
The Muniment Room and a Discovery
A Long Way to Fall
Percy Blythe's Story
A Night at the Castle
The Day After
And in the End
Part Five:
One
Two
Three
Four
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
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