The Third Sister
Sara Blaedel
"Ilka woke up and squinted against the bright light."
"Ilka woke up and squinted against the bright light."
"When I stumble into the road, folk look and look away."
"“Dead bodies in my gardens?” muttered Irvine Pennington, sweating heavily as he led the way along a central allée of pleached hornbeam under‑planted with low‑clipped hedges of boxwood and waves of purple allium."



