Death and Damnation Book 2 of Poacher s ProgressChapter 21 Legacy of Diamonds
It was the song of a Mistle thrush that woke me. The sound of that bird's blithe, liquid, notes was something I had wakened to most mornings at Greenaway's Farm, and for a moment I thought myself back in the bedroom I had shared with my brothers. However the bed I was lying in was far more spacious and luxurious than the narrow bed of my youth, and then I realised it was the large four poster bed that I had shared with Annette Blanchard. The memory of the happy times we had enjoyed in this...