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The Witching Hour Converted Catriona Mcpherson

Name: The Witching Hour Converted Catriona Mcpherson
SKU: BELL-230586110
Price: 31.00 USD
Availability: InStock
Rating: 4.4 (62 reviews)

SKU: BELL-230586110

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The Witching Hour Converted Catriona Mcpherson instant download after payment.

Publisher: Hodder & Stoughton

File Extension: PDF

File size: 2.86 MB

Author: Catriona McPherson

ISBN: 9781399720410, 1399720414, B0CTZBK78B

Language: English

Year: 2024

Edition: converted

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The Witching Hour Converted Catriona Mcpherson by Catriona Mcpherson 9781399720410, 1399720414, B0CTZBK78B instant download after payment.

The kirk in the village of Dirleton has no clock in its tower, and so there is no chime from above to accompany the earthy crack below when fragile skull meets solid rock. Nevertheless, the hour does strike on sundry other timepieces all around the village green and the lanes leading off it: an antique grandfather clock at the turn on a stone staircase; a grandmother clock above a Scotch dresser in a cosy dining room; a polished-gilt carriage clock under its dome in a back parlour; a large, plain wall clock behind a bar, meant to stop all arguments about last orders; a pretty, coloured clock, rumoured to be Limoges, sitting on a cottage chimney piece; a kitchen clock, sooty from the range below, fat and comforting like its reassuring tick; and a folding travel alarm, so small as to be inconvenient for any but a lady’s fingers to wind, which takes up the corner of a writing desk. The strokes, whether marked by a solemn, deep gong or the tinniest little ring, echo it all almost perfectly: the shout, the trip, the gasp, the stumble, the stagger, the drop, the dull crack of bone, the helpless groan, the spasm of limbs, the final settling and, then, as the last note fades from all the clocks, the stillness.

Nowhere is more still than a village at night. Woods and moors have creatures abroad on their nocturnal round. Cities and towns are a-bustle with light and sound. But a village – a blameless, orderly, settled village such as Dirleton – is a portrait of peace. Nothing will disturb that peace till morning. Nothing will stir, once those who were watching have made themselves sure that life is extinguished and have done what they need to do.