A Cold Season
Cass is building a new life for herself and her young son Ben after the death of her soldier husband Pete, returning to the village where she lived as a child. But their idyllic new home is not what she expected: the other flats are all empty, there’s strange graffiti on the walls, and the...
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Cass is building a new life for herself and her young son Ben after the death of her soldier husband Pete, returning to the village where she lived as a child. But their idyllic new home is not what she expected: the other flats are all empty, there’s strange graffiti on the walls, and the villagers are a bit odd.
And when an unexpectedly heavy snowstorm maroons the village, things get even harder. Ben is changing, he’s surly and aggressive and Cass’s only confidant is the smooth, charming Theodore Remick, the stand-in headmaster.
Not everyone approves of Cass’s growing closeness to Mr Remick, and it soon becomes obvious he’s not all he appears to be either. If she is to protect her beloved son, Cass is going to have to fight back.
Cass realises this is not the first time her family have been targeted by Theodore Remick. But this time, the stakes are immeasurably higher…
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Format: papier
ISBN:
9781780871363
Publish date: 2012 (data przybliżona)
Publisher: Joe Fletcher Books/Fiction
Pages no: 335
Edition language: English
Cover und Titel haben mich direkt angesprochen und schienen angenehmen Grusel zu versprechen. Leider hat sich diese Erwartung im Endeffekt nur sehr halbherzig erfüllt.Die Geschichte erschien mir ein bisschen wie ein Flickwerk aus bereits bekannten Ideen: das einsame Dorf, das durch starken Schneefal...
I picked this book up mainly because of the setting - I grew up in a village on the edge of moorland, not too far from Saddleworth itself. There was a lot of promise in the premise but that seemed to be squandered, lost in a sea of cliches. It's rather like transplanting The Wickerman to the Pennine...
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