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Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. She built six houses to be alone in.She was never alone in any of them.Derbyshire, 1544. Bess Hardwick is seventeen, widowed eleven months, sitting up alone with the body of the boy they married her to. At two in the morning she understands, without a sound and without a sign of any kind, that there is somebody standing on the far side of that bed. She does not scream. She does not run. And she never tells one living soul for the next sixty-four years, because a woman who says such a thing aloud in 1544 has put her own neck into a rope and knows it.She spends the rest of her life getting rich. Four husbands, eight children, a fortune built out of lawsuits and lead and coal, and house after house after house, each one newer and brighter than the last, until she raises the most famous windows in England on a bare ridge in Derbyshire and the county gives her a rhyme for it. Every stone of it is a defence, and not one living person knows what it is a defence against.Then the axe falls at Fotheringhay in 1587, and the one soul in England with the most owing to her does not come, and every room Bess owns goes quiet in the same week. She has twenty-one years left, a granddaughter she cannot save, and a tomb she has already climbed down into and stood inside of, and no notion at all of what has been taken out of her houses, or of what it means that something is finished with her.Nothing was ever owed. That was the worst of it. Derbyshire, 1544. Bess of Hardwick is seventeen and widowed, sitting up with a body, when she understands there is somebody standing on the far side of the bed. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.…

Taschenbuch. Condizione: Neu. nach der Bestellung gedruckt Neuware - Printed after ordering - She built six houses to be alone in.She was never alone in any of them.Derbyshire, 1544. Bess Hardwick is seventeen, widowed eleven months, sitting up alone with the body of the boy they married her to. At two in the morning she understands, without a sound and without a sign of any kind, that there is somebody standing on the far side of that bed. She does not scream. She does not run. And she never tells one living soul for the next sixty-four years, because a woman who says such a thing aloud in 1544 has put her own neck into a rope and knows it.She spends the rest of her life getting rich. Four husbands, eight children, a fortune built out of lawsuits and lead and coal, and house after house after house, each one newer and brighter than the last, until she raises the most famous windows in England on a bare ridge in Derbyshire and the county gives her a rhyme for it. Every stone of it is a defence, and not one living person knows what it is a defence against.Then the axe falls at Fotheringhay in 1587, and the one soul in England with the most owing to her does not come, and every room Bess owns goes quiet in the same week. She has twenty-one years left, a granddaughter she cannot save, and a tomb she has already climbed down into and stood inside of, and no notion at all of what has been taken out of her houses, or of what it means that something is finished with her.Nothing was ever owed. That was the worst of it.…

Taschenbuch. Condizione: Neu. All Glass | A Novel of the Falcon's Binding | Beverly Mcleod | Taschenbuch | The Falcon's Binding | Englisch | 2026 | Trace Press Publishing | EAN 9798256193751 | Verantwortliche Person für die EU: Libri GmbH, Europaallee 1, 36244 Bad Hersfeld, gpsr[at]libri[dot]de | Anbieter: preigu Print on Demand.…

Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. She built six houses to be alone in.She was never alone in any of them.Derbyshire, 1544. Bess Hardwick is seventeen, widowed eleven months, sitting up alone with the body of the boy they married her to. At two in the morning she understands, without a sound and without a sign of any kind, that there is somebody standing on the far side of that bed. She does not scream. She does not run. And she never tells one living soul for the next sixty-four years, because a woman who says such a thing aloud in 1544 has put her own neck into a rope and knows it.She spends the rest of her life getting rich. Four husbands, eight children, a fortune built out of lawsuits and lead and coal, and house after house after house, each one newer and brighter than the last, until she raises the most famous windows in England on a bare ridge in Derbyshire and the county gives her a rhyme for it. Every stone of it is a defence, and not one living person knows what it is a defence against.Then the axe falls at Fotheringhay in 1587, and the one soul in England with the most owing to her does not come, and every room Bess owns goes quiet in the same week. She has twenty-one years left, a granddaughter she cannot save, and a tomb she has already climbed down into and stood inside of, and no notion at all of what has been taken out of her houses, or of what it means that something is finished with her.Nothing was ever owed. That was the worst of it. Derbyshire, 1544. Bess of Hardwick is seventeen and widowed, sitting up with a body, when she understands there is somebody standing on the far side of the bed. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our Sydney, NSW warehouse or from our UK or US warehouse, depending on stock availability.…

Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. She built six houses to be alone in.She was never alone in any of them.Derbyshire, 1544. Bess Hardwick is seventeen, widowed eleven months, sitting up alone with the body of the boy they married her to. At two in the morning she understands, without a sound and without a sign of any kind, that there is somebody standing on the far side of that bed. She does not scream. She does not run. And she never tells one living soul for the next sixty-four years, because a woman who says such a thing aloud in 1544 has put her own neck into a rope and knows it.She spends the rest of her life getting rich. Four husbands, eight children, a fortune built out of lawsuits and lead and coal, and house after house after house, each one newer and brighter than the last, until she raises the most famous windows in England on a bare ridge in Derbyshire and the county gives her a rhyme for it. Every stone of it is a defence, and not one living person knows what it is a defence against.Then the axe falls at Fotheringhay in 1587, and the one soul in England with the most owing to her does not come, and every room Bess owns goes quiet in the same week. She has twenty-one years left, a granddaughter she cannot save, and a tomb she has already climbed down into and stood inside of, and no notion at all of what has been taken out of her houses, or of what it means that something is finished with her.Nothing was ever owed. That was the worst of it. Derbyshire, 1544. Bess of Hardwick is seventeen and widowed, sitting up with a body, when she understands there is somebody standing on the far side of the bed. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.…