Prisoners of Hope
"[...]wakened them in the dead of the night and the door came crashing in, was, 'I told you so.' They were her last words. Then Martha Westall dreamed of flowers, and two days later her son James stepped on a stingray over at Dale's Gift. And I myself dreamed of roses the week before those horrid Roundhead commissioners with the rebel Claiborne at their head and a whole fleet at their back, compelled us to surrender to their odious Commonwealth." "At least that evil is past," said the girl with a gay laugh. "And ill fortune will never come to me aboard the Flying Patty, so I shall go down to the wharf to see her in. Darkeih! my scarf!"[...]."
- Paperback | 266 pages
- 152.4 x 228.6 x 12.45mm | 385.55g
- 10 Mar 2015
- Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
- Illustrations, black and white