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When the Wind Blows John Saul


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Godina izdanja: Ostalo
ISBN: Ostalo
Jezik: Engleski
Autor: Strani

Knjiga ima posvetu.

The children were waiting.
Waiting for centuries.
Waiting for someone to hear their cries.

Now nine-year-old Christine Lyons has come to live in the house on the hill—the house where no children have lived for fifty years.

Now little Christie will sleep in the old-fashioned nursery on the third floor. Now Christie`s terror will begin.

A sound was coming to her. Her mind began to drift . . .

Usually it came to her at night, when the wind was blowing. But today it was bright and clear; the wind was still.

And yet the sound was there. A baby, crying out for its mother.

Instinctively Diana knelt next to Christie and took the child in her arms. “It`s all right,” she whispered. “Everything`s going to be all right.”

Perplexed, Christie looked into Diana`s eyes. “I am all right, Aunt Diana. Really, I am,” Christie insisted.

“But you were crying. I heard you. Good girls never cry. Only bad children cry. They cry. And cry. And then they must be punished. . . .”

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Predmet: 49673681
Knjiga ima posvetu.

The children were waiting.
Waiting for centuries.
Waiting for someone to hear their cries.

Now nine-year-old Christine Lyons has come to live in the house on the hill—the house where no children have lived for fifty years.

Now little Christie will sleep in the old-fashioned nursery on the third floor. Now Christie`s terror will begin.

A sound was coming to her. Her mind began to drift . . .

Usually it came to her at night, when the wind was blowing. But today it was bright and clear; the wind was still.

And yet the sound was there. A baby, crying out for its mother.

Instinctively Diana knelt next to Christie and took the child in her arms. “It`s all right,” she whispered. “Everything`s going to be all right.”

Perplexed, Christie looked into Diana`s eyes. “I am all right, Aunt Diana. Really, I am,” Christie insisted.

“But you were crying. I heard you. Good girls never cry. Only bad children cry. They cry. And cry. And then they must be punished. . . .”
49673681 When the Wind Blows John Saul

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