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It's 1848, Ireland is in the middle of the catastrophic potato famine, and Ballygobackwards Castle is needed more than ever as a place of refuge. Winter has to escort someone to the other side, but they are resisting. It's a large family, they die either in mysterious or tragic circumstances. Who survives, and why?

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Publié par	Andrews UK
Date de parution	28 janvier 2021
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781789824919
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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Winter’s Tale
Ballygobackwards Castle - Book 3
Harry Pope

Published in 2020 by
AG Books
http://www.agbooks.co.uk/
Digital edition converted and distributed by
Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
Copyright © 2020 Harry Pope
The right of Harry Pope to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No reproduction, copy or transmission of this publication may be made without express prior written permission. No paragraph of this publication may be reproduced, copied or transmitted except with express prior written permission or in accordance with the provisions of the Copyright Act 1956 (as amended). Any person who commits any unauthorised act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damage.
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Winter’s Tale
Winter had no idea how old he was. He had no idea who his parents were. All he knew was that he came from Ballygobackwards Castle in Ireland, and had lived there all his life, however long that had been. He was only small, about 5ft 2in, had a stubble beard, perfectly formed pointy ears, his shoulders were slightly stooped forwards, and his wizened face had a small mouth full of perfectly formed teeth. If he allowed you to look at these teeth, they might have revealed more of his age, but mostly his lipped were kept tightly closed. That was because he didn’t talk a lot. But he did know how to drink, a basic poteen of potato based raw almost neat alcohol was what he usually drank, which to a normal person would prove fatal, while to Winter was like drinking neat pure spring water.
He was known throughout Ireland as Winter, he could move at will from home to home, village to village, because he was also a spirit guide. When people moved from one world to the next, he would escort them. Throughout the whole united country of Ireland Winter was known to be the harbinger of death. When you saw him, you knew that someone was going to die very soon, as he would be escorting them into the next world. But this time he had a great dilemma, as the person whose time it was didn’t want to go. The spirit was resisting, Winter had experienced this strange phenomenon a couple of hundred years previously, and well remembered his solution. Rather than separate the person from their family, he took them all to the safety of Ballygobackwards Castle.
The year was 1848, the country was in the grip of the worst potato famine in memory. For twenty years the crops had been poor, then failed almost completely. This was far worse for the poor people, because their diet depended on a good yield, no potato equalled starvation. The person Winter was to escort came from one of these poor families, had never travelled more than two miles from their birthplace, and despite coming from a large mainly loving home hadn’t fully appreciated that their time had come. As all the family was in jeopardy from death from starvation he knew that the only option was to take them all on their carts to his home Castle. They hadn’t required much persuasion to move away from their land of many generations. It was barren.
Ballygobackwards Castle was a myth to most Irish people. Lore had given it a kind of mystical image, tales were told about its location, which no-one knew for sure, only guessed at. All knew it was in the middle of the country, no-one knew anyone who had ever been there. They didn’t move too far from their own plot of land, easy for the legend to be created. The family Winter was to escort were excited in their own way. The older generation was father and mother in their mid-40s.