Julia Gregson

CHATTER 1When I was young, and we were very alone, my mother tried her hardest to make the world seem a nicer, gentier place for me. Once during a terrifying thunderstorm she told me I was not to worry, it was only God moving his fiimiture in heaven, a thought that kept me rigidly awake all...

Chapter 1 Queen Victoria Hospital, Ecut Gr 'uwtead, 1942 It was only a song. That was what he thought when she'd put her hat on and gone, leaving the faint smell of fresh apples behind. Nothing but a song; a pretty girl. But the very least he could say about the best thing to have happened to...