Merritt e vale (6 risultati)
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Da: PBShop.store US, Wood Dale, IL, U.S.A.PBShop.store US
Contatta il venditoreVenditore con 5 stelleCondizione: Nuovo
EUR 20,33
Spedizione gratuitaSpedito in U.S.A.Quantità: Più di 20 disponibili
PAP. Condizione: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.
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Da: PBShop.store UK, Fairford, GLOS, Regno UnitoPBShop.store UK
Contatta il venditoreVenditore con 5 stelleCondizione: Nuovo
EUR 18,36
EUR 4,85 spedizioneSpedito da Regno Unito a U.S.A.Quantità: Più di 20 disponibili
PAP. Condizione: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.
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- Print on Demand
Da: Grand Eagle Retail, Bensenville, IL, U.S.A.Grand Eagle Retail
Contatta il venditoreVenditore con 5 stelleCondizione: Nuovo
EUR 18,55
Spedizione gratuitaSpedito in U.S.A.Quantità: 1 disponibili
Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. Time stops only for the people the world leans on hardest - and inside the stillness, a night nurse's dementia patients are lucid.Marisol Kerr has worked nights on the same ward for twenty years. She's the one who stays when the rota runs short, who sits with the dying so that nobody goes o…ut of the world alone - the one everybody leans on and nobody thinks to count. She's good at it. Nobody asks what it costs.Then, deep into a winter night that asks more of her than she has left, the rain over the car park stops. Not eases - stops, every drop of it standing where it hung. The ward clock gives up the space it keeps between seconds. And down the corridor comes Leon Casimir, the old baker from side room two, who hasn't known her name in two years - awake in every part of himself, unhurried, asking her kindly how long this has been happening to her.The held hour has rules, and nobody posts them. They're handed down the way house rules are, by the worn-through few it comes for. It can't be called, and it can't be kept. Inside it, minds the clock has broken are whole again. And it's real time, lived and spent - everyone awake inside the hour comes out of it older. The first rule is the oldest one they teach her: not for yourself. Never for yourself.What Casimir wants with his hours isn't more of them. It's his daughter. Marta keeps his bakery and his opening times, and no longer comes past his door - and anything he means to leave her must cross into daylight by the hour's narrowest law: what leaves, leaves in one hand. So begins a small impossible project on a night ward, between a nurse who gives everything away and a man with one winter left to spend - the last thing a father gets to say, and the only way left on earth to say it.If an hour of being wholly yourself - or wholly with someone the years have taken - cost you a day of your life, would you spend it? And who would you spend it on?A standalone novel. Complete in itself. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.
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Da: California Books, Miami, FL, U.S.A.California Books
Contatta il venditoreVenditore con 4 stelleCondizione: Nuovo
EUR 18,56
Spedizione gratuitaSpedito in U.S.A.Quantità: Più di 20 disponibili
Condizione: New. Print on Demand.
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Da: AHA-BUCH GmbH, Einbeck, GermaniaAHA-BUCH GmbH
Contatta il venditoreVenditore con 5 stelleCondizione: Nuovo
EUR 23,00
EUR 61,86 spedizioneSpedito da Germania a U.S.A.Quantità: 2 disponibili
Taschenbuch. Condizione: Neu. Neuware.
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Da: CitiRetail, Stevenage, Regno UnitoCitiRetail
Contatta il venditoreVenditore con 5 stelleCondizione: Nuovo
EUR 22,21
EUR 43,16 spedizioneSpedito da Regno Unito a U.S.A.Quantità: 1 disponibili
Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. Time stops only for the people the world leans on hardest - and inside the stillness, a night nurse's dementia patients are lucid.Marisol Kerr has worked nights on the same ward for twenty years. She's the one who stays when the rota runs short, who sits with the dying so that nobody goes o…ut of the world alone - the one everybody leans on and nobody thinks to count. She's good at it. Nobody asks what it costs.Then, deep into a winter night that asks more of her than she has left, the rain over the car park stops. Not eases - stops, every drop of it standing where it hung. The ward clock gives up the space it keeps between seconds. And down the corridor comes Leon Casimir, the old baker from side room two, who hasn't known her name in two years - awake in every part of himself, unhurried, asking her kindly how long this has been happening to her.The held hour has rules, and nobody posts them. They're handed down the way house rules are, by the worn-through few it comes for. It can't be called, and it can't be kept. Inside it, minds the clock has broken are whole again. And it's real time, lived and spent - everyone awake inside the hour comes out of it older. The first rule is the oldest one they teach her: not for yourself. Never for yourself.What Casimir wants with his hours isn't more of them. It's his daughter. Marta keeps his bakery and his opening times, and no longer comes past his door - and anything he means to leave her must cross into daylight by the hour's narrowest law: what leaves, leaves in one hand. So begins a small impossible project on a night ward, between a nurse who gives everything away and a man with one winter left to spend - the last thing a father gets to say, and the only way left on earth to say it.If an hour of being wholly yourself - or wholly with someone the years have taken - cost you a day of your life, would you spend it? And who would you spend it on?A standalone novel. Complete in itself. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.
