Rough Musick E-Book

Joslyn Chase

• Herausgeber: Paraquel Press
• Kategorie: Krimi
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

Rough Musick

Leseprobe

Rough Musick

A Historic Suspense Story

Joslyn Chase

Paraquel Press

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Contents

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Rough Musick

More books by Joslyn Chase

Sample from The Tower

About the Author

Copyright

Rough Musick

Kesten scraped the mud from her wooden overshoes and laid them aside on the stone wall that flanked the healer’s doorstep. This tiny Cornish cottage, tucked in a copse at the far end of the village, had always frightened her, with its overgrown garden of peculiar plants, harvested and hung upside-down from the eaves like a cluster of bats, and odd aromas wafting from the chimney, scenting the air with mystery and menace.

Nevertheless, she preferred to consult a woman. Dr. Roskelly was an hour’s walk away, and his pinched lips and disapproving eye would only make things worse. Kesten’s instinct told her the problem, whatever it was, would be best understood by a woman. Many people in the village trusted Morwenna to cure their ills, and Kesten’s own father had gone to her with an infected cut and come away the better for it, though he refused to speak of the matter.