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EPub Edition © 2009 ISBN: 9780007335695 Table of Contents Cover Also by Author Title Page Copyright In Memory Of Epigraph Map Part One-Memory Crystals Chapter 1 - Lammas, 2005 Chapter 2 - Autumn Equinox Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Part Two - Imbolc Chapter 5 - Candlemas Chapter 6 - 1938 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 - 1938 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 - 1938 Chapter 11 Part Three - Equal Night Chapter 12 - 1938 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 - 1938 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 - 1938 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 - 1938 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 - 1938 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 - 1938 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 - September 1938 Part Four - Fire Festival Chapter 25 - 1939 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 - 1940–1941 Chapter 28 Part Five - Earth Magic Chapter 29 - 1941 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 - 1941 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 - 1941 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 - 1941–2 Part Six - The Sun Stands Still Chapter 40 - 1942 Chapter 41 - Solstice Chapter 42 - 1942 Chapter 43 - 1942 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Chapter 46 Part Seven - Killing Moon Chapter 47 - 29 August 1942 Chapter 48 Chapter 49 - 29 August 1942 Chapter 50 Chapter 51 - 29 August 1942 Chapter 52 Chapter 53 Chapter 54 Chapter 55 Chapter 56 - 29 August 1942 Chapter 57 Part Eight - Sunwise Chapter 58 - Lammas, 2006 Chapter 59 - January 1945 Author’s Note About the Publisher In memory of my father, Robert Mills, who flew 1916-78 and my mother, Sheila Mills, who danced 1921-2007 I sought for ghosts and sped Through many a listening chamber, cave and ruin, And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing Hopes of high talk with the departed dead.
I grit my teeth and remind myself that he’s married; I don’t do married men. ‘Fine,’ says Steve. ‘But lower, this time, right? ’ None of this means anything. I should have been listening earlier. ’ I ask. ‘I told you, we’ll do the low shots first. ’ The ‘copter starts its run-in again, skimming the tops of some trees and dipping down towards the barley. ’ yells one of the Americans. ’ It is a great shot, though, because it feels like we’re in the UFO coming in to land. The crop circle unrolls around us, immense, foreboding, the sun winking at the edge of inflated cumulus clouds as we lift again.
You’re a clever girl, India. Don’t know where you got it from, but you are. Anyway, you stay here long as you want. ’ I take hold of her hand as she reaches for her glass of water. Her knobbly fingers are cold between my warm ones. ’ She’s grinning. ‘Millions, probably, all under the mattress. I don’t care. ’ ‘Well, that’s a relief. ’ I let go of her hand reluctantly. Millions under the mattress wouldn’t compensate if I lost Fran. Then something comes to me out of nowhere. ‘I’ve been meaning to ask,’ I say.
The Buried Circle by Jenni Mills