First Lines...


Memory is a brutal thing. It lingers inwards nighttime trenches, whispering or withholding, waiting to creep into the no-man's-land of our dreams. It knows what nosotros long to remember, as well as what nosotros promise to forget. And it knows Hearsay as well as Imagination volition encompass whatsoever gaps. But I exclusively knew what I had been told...

                ... The Echo of Twilight yesteryear Judith Kinghorn

WWI, Two women decease unlikely confidants, a Secret... Historical fiction on my wishlist, published by Berkley Penguin as well as released Jan. 3rd, 2017!

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