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The Loney

By: Material type: TextTextPublication details: John MurrayDescription: 368 pagesISBN:
  • 9781473619845
Subject(s): Summary: 'THE LONEY IS NOT JUST GOOD, IT'S GREAT. IT'S AN AMAZING PIECE OF FICTION' STEPHEN KING 'A MASTERFUL EXCURSION INTO TERROR' SUNDAY TIMES 'AN INSTANT CLASSIC' SUNDAY TELEGRAPH If it had another name, I never knew, but the locals called it the Loney - that strange nowhere between the Wyre and the Lune where Hanny and I went every Easter time with Mummer, Farther, Mr and Mrs Belderboss and Father Wilfred, the parish priest. It was impossible to truly know the place. It changed with each influx and retreat, and the neap tides would reveal the skeletons of those who thought they could escape its insidious currents. No one ever went near the water. No one apart from us, that is. I suppose I always knew that what happened there wouldn't stay hidden for ever, no matter how much I wanted it to. No matter how hard I tried to forget . . .
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'THE LONEY IS NOT JUST GOOD, IT'S GREAT. IT'S AN AMAZING PIECE OF FICTION' STEPHEN KING 'A MASTERFUL EXCURSION INTO TERROR' SUNDAY TIMES 'AN INSTANT CLASSIC' SUNDAY TELEGRAPH If it had another name, I never knew, but the locals called it the Loney - that strange nowhere between the Wyre and the Lune where Hanny and I went every Easter time with Mummer, Farther, Mr and Mrs Belderboss and Father Wilfred, the parish priest. It was impossible to truly know the place. It changed with each influx and retreat, and the neap tides would reveal the skeletons of those who thought they could escape its insidious currents. No one ever went near the water. No one apart from us, that is. I suppose I always knew that what happened there wouldn't stay hidden for ever, no matter how much I wanted it to. No matter how hard I tried to forget . . .

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