Deborah e thompson mbs (15 risultati)

Condizione: As New. Unread book in perfect condition. Berridge-Thompson MBS, Mrs. Deborah E; Hodge, Mr. Stanley K (illustratore).

Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. MAMMY'S TUG OF WAR PART 1 The story begins with a theft. It was not a theft of jewels or gold, but of a future. The year was 1938 on the beautiful island of St. Kitts, a slumbering green giant born of volcano and violence. The ghosts of sugar barons still walked the ruins of great houses, and the sugar cane fields whispered of fortunes built on broken backs. In Spooners Village, Cayon, in a house built not of wood or stone, but ingeniously, desperately, from the very cane that enslaved the land, a baby girl was born into a quiet kind of legend. Her mother named her Iona Constancia Tyrell. But before she could know her name, the world showed her its teeth.At six months old, her mother, Gwendolyn Tyrell, was gone. The official word was death. But death, on a small island, rarely arrives without witnesses, without explanations, without a body committed to the earth. The village whispers spoke of something else. They spoke of a beauty too radiant for such a small and envious world. Gwendolyn was said to turn heads not with vanity but with a natural glow that seemed lit from within. Men paused when she passed. Women watched with eyes that held both admiration and something darker. On an island where the old, dark arts still thrived in the lush shadows of the cane fields and the deep folds of the rainforest, beauty was not always a blessing. It was sometimes a summons The whispers grew specific. A jealous rival, it was said, had paid a visit to one of the island's feared practitioners of obeah. A request was made. A price was paid. And not long after, Gwendolyn Tyrell fell ill with a sickness that had no name and no cure. She faded not like a flower in drought but like a candle snuffed by an unseen hand Her mother was not just dead. She was erased. No photograph survived to prove she had ever walked the earth. No likeness passed down to the daughter who would spend a lifetime searching for a face she never saw. Only a mystery remained, and a stain of suspicion that would cling to Iona's childhood like the humid air.Sheltered by her formidable grandmother in that cane walled sanctuary, Iona's world was one of earth floors swept to perfection and the sweet, decaying scent of harvest. It was a fragile peace. Then, the man came.He arrived not with a smile, but with a claim. Ernest Liburd, her father, a figure from across the dangerous, glinting channel that separated St. Kitts from its sister island, Nevis. He had come to collect what was his.At one year and eight months old, Iona Tyrell was taken. Gently lifted from the only love she had known, she was carried to the waterfront, to a waiting boat. She did not walk onto that vessel; she could not walk, so she was carried. As the green peaks of St. Kitts receded, she was delivered into the embrace of Nevis, the Queen of the Caribees, an island of cloud capped beauty and profound isolation, of healing hot springs and unspoken hardships.What happened to that little girl on that island? Here, the record fractures. The clear light of her Kittitian infancy dims into an uncertain mist. We know she was placed in the home of her paternal family. We know a fierce aunt, Isabelle, entered her life. We know her father eventually had a wife, new children, and a new vision for his firstborn daughter. But what became of her? Did she find love, or merely a new kind of duty? Was she nurtured, or was she put to work?The next years are a locked box. A silence filled only with ominous clues: the scar of a later, violent struggle referred to only as the tug of war. A single, precious dress made from a tablecloth. The haunting phrase: a child taking care of a child.Something happened in Nevis. Something that would either break a spirit forever or forge it into unbreakable steel. This item is Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.…

Condizione: New. Berridge-Thompson MBS, Mrs. Deborah E; Hodge, Mr. Stanley K (illustratore).

Paperback. Condizione: Brand New. 53 pages. 11.00x8.50x0.12 inches. In Stock.

Condizione: As New. Unread book in perfect condition. Berridge-Thompson MBS, Mrs. Deborah E; Hodge, Mr. Stanley K (illustratore).

Condizione: New. Berridge-Thompson MBS, Mrs. Deborah E; Hodge, Mr. Stanley K (illustratore).

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Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. MAMMY'S TUG OF WAR PART 1 The story begins with a theft. It was not a theft of jewels or gold, but of a future. The year was 1938 on the beautiful island of St. Kitts, a slumbering green giant born of volcano and violence. The ghosts of sugar barons still walked the ruins of great houses, and the sugar cane fields whispered of fortunes built on broken backs. In Spooners Village, Cayon, in a house built not of wood or stone, but ingeniously, desperately, from the very cane that enslaved the land, a baby girl was born into a quiet kind of legend. Her mother named her Iona Constancia Tyrell. But before she could know her name, the world showed her its teeth.At six months old, her mother, Gwendolyn Tyrell, was gone. The official word was death. But death, on a small island, rarely arrives without witnesses, without explanations, without a body committed to the earth. The village whispers spoke of something else. They spoke of a beauty too radiant for such a small and envious world. Gwendolyn was said to turn heads not with vanity but with a natural glow that seemed lit from within. Men paused when she passed. Women watched with eyes that held both admiration and something darker. On an island where the old, dark arts still thrived in the lush shadows of the cane fields and the deep folds of the rainforest, beauty was not always a blessing. It was sometimes a summons The whispers grew specific. A jealous rival, it was said, had paid a visit to one of the island's feared practitioners of obeah. A request was made. A price was paid. And not long after, Gwendolyn Tyrell fell ill with a sickness that had no name and no cure. She faded not like a flower in drought but like a candle snuffed by an unseen hand Her mother was not just dead. She was erased. No photograph survived to prove she had ever walked the earth. No likeness passed down to the daughter who would spend a lifetime searching for a face she never saw. Only a mystery remained, and a stain of suspicion that would cling to Iona's childhood like the humid air.Sheltered by her formidable grandmother in that cane walled sanctuary, Iona's world was one of earth floors swept to perfection and the sweet, decaying scent of harvest. It was a fragile peace. Then, the man came.He arrived not with a smile, but with a claim. Ernest Liburd, her father, a figure from across the dangerous, glinting channel that separated St. Kitts from its sister island, Nevis. He had come to collect what was his.At one year and eight months old, Iona Tyrell was taken. Gently lifted from the only love she had known, she was carried to the waterfront, to a waiting boat. She did not walk onto that vessel; she could not walk, so she was carried. As the green peaks of St. Kitts receded, she was delivered into the embrace of Nevis, the Queen of the Caribees, an island of cloud capped beauty and profound isolation, of healing hot springs and unspoken hardships.What happened to that little girl on that island? Here, the record fractures. The clear light of her Kittitian infancy dims into an uncertain mist. We know she was placed in the home of her paternal family. We know a fierce aunt, Isabelle, entered her life. We know her father eventually had a wife, new children, and a new vision for his firstborn daughter. But what became of her? Did she find love, or merely a new kind of duty? Was she nurtured, or was she put to work?The next years are a locked box. A silence filled only with ominous clues: the scar of a later, violent struggle referred to only as the tug of war. A single, precious dress made from a tablecloth. The haunting phrase: a child taking care of a child.Something happened in Nevis. Something that would either break a spirit forever or forge it into unbreakable steel. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.…

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Condizione: New. Print on Demand. Berridge-Thompson MBS, Mrs. Deborah E; Hodge, Mr. Stanley K (illustratore).

Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. This work book has lots of activities for you to learn the books of the bible, the names of the prophets as well as some of the main characters in the Bible. You will also learn one of the favorite Bible verses for each book in the Old Testament. Some of the activities include, word find, cross word puzzles, matching, fill-in- the-blank spaces, as well as drawing and coloring. All the drawings were done by my loving sister Deborah Berridge Thompson. I hope you will enjoy this quick journey through Bible part 1 with an emphasis on the Old Testament. So, fasten your seat belt and let's get started on the quick tour through the Bible Shipping may be from our Sydney, NSW warehouse or from our UK or US warehouse, depending on stock availability. Berridge-Thompson MBS, Mrs. Deborah E; Hodge, Mr. Stanley K (illustratore).…

Taschenbuch. Condizione: Neu. Neuware - MAMMY'S TUG OF WAR PART 1.

Paperback / softback. Condizione: New. This item is printed on demand. New copy - Usually dispatched within 5-9 working days. Thompson MBS, Mrs. Deborah E. (illustratore).

Paperback / softback. Condizione: New. This item is printed on demand. New copy - Usually dispatched within 5-9 working days. Berridge-Thompson MBS, Mrs. Deborah E; Hodge, Mr. Stanley K (illustratore).

Paperback / softback. Condizione: New. This item is printed on demand. New copy - Usually dispatched within 5-9 working days. Berridge-Thompson MBS, Mrs. Deborah E. (illustratore).