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Paperback. Condizione: Very Good. The book has been read, but is in excellent condition. Pages are intact and not marred by notes or highlighting. The spine remains undamaged.

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Condizione: New. Print on Demand.

Condizione: New. Print on Demand.

Condizione: New. Print on Demand.

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Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. There have been many theories that Jack the Ripper might have been a woman. The theories have been tested throughout time and still, there is no clear evidence as to the identity of the Whitechapel murderer! The names of the ripper victims are accurate however the body of the story is purely fictional.The tale is told through the eyes of Jane, a twenty four year old, deranged young widow and bereaved mother of unborn twins. She has no concept of reality. Her only quest is to appease her pain. I picked through the grime of the street, being careful not to bring attention to my-self. The kerbside was littered with drunks and unfortunates who had nowhere else to go. A rat scuttled by and began nibbling at a discarded piece of crust and a starving dog lay shaking as it was kicked out of the way by passers-by.I pulled my cape around me and turned back towards the stables. To all around me I was a normal, inquisitive individual, in the midst of a crowd of morbid onlookers, shocked and traumatised by the gruesome scene before them, however, not me, they were wrong, I was a phantom, an enigma of huge proportions, I was unstoppable. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.…

Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. A Nightingale Sang A captivating story of love and determination. By the author of Perhaps it was Jane.Her mother once told her that each time someone died and went to the cemetery, a nightingale sang as their soul floated up to heaven, but, Kate had never seen the nightingale and she had never heard it sing! As the eldest child of an outwardly normal family, Kate strives hard to protect her young siblings from the truth hidden within the very walls that should hold them safe. Her journey, fraught with angst and worriment, fails to deter her in her quest for freedom and sanctuary. Many years had passed since my mind had allowed me to think about the horrible times and experiences I had endured as a child. I mean, you come to terms with it, don't you? What happens when you are growing up, is simply a part of growing up and being properly disciplined, so that you turn out to be a good person. So, its normal isn't it? I was sure it was normal. My friends were smacked and told off, weren't they? It wasn't just me, although, thinking about it now, none of my friends ever seemed to have marks still on them the following day, or cuts that lasted for weeks on end. Cuts that hadn't healed before the next lot appeared. None of my friends complained about the sore wetness between their legs either. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.…

Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. Maria and Tom Dawson were the only two people that held the secret of Springbrook Woods. Was the dark mystery that had baffled their quiet town, about to be revealed and what impact would it have on all those involved. How sweet is revenge, and how final is justice for a brother and sister caught up in their own web of lies? Oh, how we loved the infinite freedom and the clean fresh air as we danced wildly, through the woods, safe in the knowledge that we were undetected, as we swung our arms high and thrashed around in total abandonment. We were so happy in those days. Siblings lost in their innocent joy. Those carefree days that now seem so far away, it was as if it had all happened in another life. My brother was dead and my own life was at an end. The woods held a different meaning now, a deep dark secret had shrouded my love for the trees. My beautiful trees, a clouded oppressive recollection that lived inside my soul had destroyed the love of them. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.…