We use cookies
When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Your cookies settings
Strictly cookie settingsAlways Active
Chapter 15-1
Chapter Fifteen ProserpinaPresent Day Two weeks later Kernstow Farm is a lonely mess of mud and stone at the northern head of the Thorne Valley. Rather than sheltering in the valley itself, the farm hunkers against the wind and the rain out on the moors, surrounded by stark, sullen hills and a few stunted trees. Although the roof is long gone, along with any doors and floors and other finishings that would mark the building as a house, the sturdy stone doorway is still intact, and it beckons to any strays who pass. I’m no stray, though. I belong. When I stoop under the lintel to step inside, Sir James Frazer at my heels, I can see a cove in the far wall that could be a tumble-down fireplace, and a flat, moss-covered expanse that must have been a hearth-stone at the bottom. When I
- Writer
- chap_listContents
- likeADD
