Megjelenésének várható időpontja: 2019. március 1.

What ​the Wind Knows 1 csillagozás

Amy Harmon: What the Wind Knows

In ​an unforgettable love story, a woman’s impossible journey through the ages could change everything…

Anne Gallagher grew up enchanted by her grandfather’s stories of Ireland. Heartbroken at his death, she travels to his childhood home to spread his ashes. There, overcome with memories of the man she adored and consumed by a history she never knew, she is pulled into another time.

The Ireland of 1921, teetering on the edge of war, is a dangerous place in which to awaken. But there Anne finds herself, hurt, disoriented, and under the care of Dr. Thomas Smith, guardian to a young boy who is oddly familiar. Mistaken for the boy’s long-missing mother, Anne adopts her identity, convinced the woman’s disappearance is connected to her own.

As tensions rise, Thomas joins the struggle for Ireland’s independence and Anne is drawn into the conflict beside him. Caught between history and her heart, she must decide whether she’s willing to let go of the life she knew… (tovább)

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Lake Union, 2019
ASIN: B07DHMNY7H · Megjelenés időpontja: 2019. március 1.
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Lake Union, 2019
keménytáblás · ISBN: 9781542040075 · Megjelenés időpontja: 2019. március 1.

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Népszerű idézetek

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pveronika 

The pain in my chest was a physical thing, biting and twisting, and I bore down to combat it, to extinguish it, but it grew like Medusa’s hair, the writhing tendrils slipping up and out of my eyes in hot, wet rivulets.

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pveronika 

„There are some paths that inevitably lead to heartache, some acts that steal men’s souls, leaving them wandering forever after without them, trying to find what they lost,”

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pveronika 

I loved churches the way I loved cemeteries and books. All three were markers of humanity, of time, of life.

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pveronika 

In school, I’d studied Catholicism, learned the catechisms and the history, and absorbed it the way I’d absorbed all my other subjects, cleaving to the things that resonated and setting aside the things that didn’t. The nuns complained that religion was not a buffet from which I could select only certain dishes. I politely smiled and quietly disagreed. Life, religion, and learning were exactly that. A series of choices. If I had tried to consume everything that was presented to me all at once, I would have become too full too quickly, and all the flavors would have run together. Nothing would have made any sense in and of itself.

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pveronika 

I told you. You told me. Only the wind knows which truly comes first.

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pveronika 

“I am no threat to you or to Ireland, Mr. Collins. I give you my word.”
He’d replied, “Only time will tell, Mrs. Gallagher. Only time will tell.”
Michael Collins was right. Only time would tell. Only time could tell. And time would not defend me.

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pveronika 

I didn’t want him to touch me. I didn’t want to love him. I didn’t want to need him. I wanted to go home.

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pveronika 

“Shh,” I soothed. “’Tis just the wind.”
“What story is it trying to tell?” she murmured, her voice rough with spent emotion. “The wind knows every story.”
“You tell me, Anne,” I whispered. “You tell me.”
“I had a teacher who told me fiction is the future. Nonfiction is the past. One can be shaped and created. One cannot,” she said. “Sometimes they are the same thing. It all depends on who is telling the story,” I said.

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pveronika 

Our eyes clung to the fire, her body clung to mine, and I let her words take me away once more. It was the legend of Oisín and Niamh, where time was not flat and linear but layered and interconnected, a circle that retraced its path again and again, generation after generation, sharing the same space if not the same sphere.

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pveronika 

“What did your grandfather tell you about faith?” he asked. The answer came like a whisper, fluttering past my heart, and I was back in my grandfather’s arms on a stormy night in a world so far away and long ago, it hardly seemed real.
“He told me everything would be okay because the wind already knows,” I whispered.
“Then that’s your answer, love.”


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