The Sound of Glass
A Novel
(Sprache: Englisch)
From the New York Times bestselling author of A Long Time Gone, a story of a Southern family's buried history--now in trade paperback.
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From the New York Times bestselling author of A Long Time Gone, a story of a Southern family's buried history--now in trade paperback.
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The New York Times bestselling author of the Tradd Street novels explores a Southern family s buried history, which will change the life of the woman who unearths it, secret by shattering secret.Two years after the death of her husband, Merritt Heyward receives unexpected news Cal s family home in Beaufort, South Carolina, bequeathed by his reclusive grandmother, now belongs to Merritt.
In Beaufort, the secrets of Cal s unspoken-of past reside among the pluff mud and jasmine of the ancestral Heyward home on the Bluff. This unknown legacy, now Merritt s, will change and define her as she navigates her new life a life complicated by the arrival of her too young stepmother and ten-year-old half brother.
Soon, in this house of strangers, Merritt is forced into unraveling the Heyward family past as she faces her own fears and finds the healing she needs in the salt air of the Lowcountry.
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PrologueBeaufort, South Carolina
July 1955
An unholy tremor rippling through the sticky night air alerted Edith Heyward that something wasn t right. Like a shadow creeping past a doorway in an empty house, or the turn of the latch on a locked door, the movement outside Edith s opened attic window raised the gooseflesh along her spine. Her breath sat in her mouth, suspended with anticipation as icy pinpricks marched down her limbs.
Her gaze moved from her paintbrush and the tiny drop of red paint she d drizzled onto the chest of the doll s starched white cotton nightgown, to the sea-glass wind chime she d made and hung just outside the window. The stagnant air of a South Carolina summer had stifled any movement for months, yet now the chimes seemed to shiver on an invisible breeze, the frosty blue and green glass twitching like a hanged man from a noose.
She jerked her gaze to the locked door, wondering whether her husband had returned. He didn t like locked doors. The bruises on her arms, carefully placed and easily hidden under long sleeves, seemed to press against her skin in memory. Edith dropped her paintbrush, barely aware of the splatter of red paint on the dollhouse-size room she d been re-creating, eager to unlatch the door and make it down to the kitchen and her mending basket before Calhoun had cause to wonder where she was.
She d barely slid from her stool when the sky exploded with fire, illuminating the river and the marshes beneath it, obliterating the stars, and shooting blurry light through the milky glass of the wind chime. The stones swayed with the shocked air, singing sweetly despite the destruction in the sky behind them. Then a rain of fire descended like fireworks, myriad balls of light extinguished as soon as they collided with water into hiccups of steam.
Smaller explosions reverberated across the river, where the migrant workers cottages clustered near the shore like birds, their roofs and dry
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postage-stamp lawns easy fodder for the hungry flames that fell from the heavens. A fire siren whirred as Edith leaned out the window as far as she could, listening to people shouting and screaming, and smelling something indiscernible. Something that smelled like the tang of wood smoke mixed with the acrid odor of burning fuel. She recalled the hum of an airplane from when she d been working on the doll, right before she d thought the earth had shifted, and imagined she knew what was now falling from the sky.
A thud came from above her head, followed swiftly by the sound of something heavy sliding down the roof before hitting the gutter. Then the sound stopped and she pictured whatever it was falling into the back garden.
Edith ran from the room, ignoring the shoe-size bruises on her hips that made it hard to walk, sliding down half the flight of stairs to the second story, where her three-year-old son, C.J., lay in his bed, blissfully unaware of the sky falling down around them. She scooped him into her arms, along with the baby blanket he d worn thin but wouldn t give up, feeling his warm, sweaty skin against her own. Ignoring his whimpers, she moved as quickly as she could with the boy in her arms down to the foyer.
Edith threw open the front door to stand on her wide columned porch and stared past her garden and across the street to where the river seemed to bleed in reverse with rising steam. Her neighbors streamed toward the water, as if all the trauma were occurring somewhere else and not in their own backyards. She made her way to the street, but instead of following her neighbors she turned around to inspect her roof, expecting to see it lit with flames.
Instead she was met with the same sight she d been seeing since she d moved into her husband s home on the Bluff nearly eight years before, the dark
A thud came from above her head, followed swiftly by the sound of something heavy sliding down the roof before hitting the gutter. Then the sound stopped and she pictured whatever it was falling into the back garden.
Edith ran from the room, ignoring the shoe-size bruises on her hips that made it hard to walk, sliding down half the flight of stairs to the second story, where her three-year-old son, C.J., lay in his bed, blissfully unaware of the sky falling down around them. She scooped him into her arms, along with the baby blanket he d worn thin but wouldn t give up, feeling his warm, sweaty skin against her own. Ignoring his whimpers, she moved as quickly as she could with the boy in her arms down to the foyer.
Edith threw open the front door to stand on her wide columned porch and stared past her garden and across the street to where the river seemed to bleed in reverse with rising steam. Her neighbors streamed toward the water, as if all the trauma were occurring somewhere else and not in their own backyards. She made her way to the street, but instead of following her neighbors she turned around to inspect her roof, expecting to see it lit with flames.
Instead she was met with the same sight she d been seeing since she d moved into her husband s home on the Bluff nearly eight years before, the dark
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Autoren-Porträt von Karen White
Karen White is the New York Times bestselling author of more than twenty novels, including the Tradd Street series, The Night the Lights Went Out, Flight Patterns, The Sound of Glass, A Long Time Gone, and The Time Between. She is the coauthor of The Forgotton Room with New York Times bestselling authors Beatriz Williams and Lauren Willig. She grew up in London but now lives with her husband and two children near Atlanta, Georgia.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Karen White
- 2016, 448 Seiten, Maße: 14,1 x 21 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: NAL
- ISBN-10: 0451470907
- ISBN-13: 9780451470904
- Erscheinungsdatum: 23.03.2016
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Praise for The Sound of GlassFrom the mysterious events of the first chapter to the heart-rending revelations of the last, Karen White paints a vivid portrait of a family filled with secrets, strife and ultimately love. I adore Karen s stories and The Sound of Glass may well be my new favorite. USA Today bestselling author Diane Chamberlain
Complex and emotionally rich, Karen White s Sound of Glass will linger in the reader s heart long after the last page is turned. A gripping story, beautifully told. New York Times bestselling author Karen Rose
A richly imagined, multilayered mystery where interlinked stories and unearthed secrets of a damaged family lead to courage and healing. Engrossing from beginning to end. New York Times bestselling author Beth Hoffman
More Praise for New York Times bestselling author Karen White
There is a rhythm to the writing of Karen White. It has a pace, a beat, a cadence that is all its own. The Huffington Post
White s dizzying carousel of a plot keeps those pages turning, so much so that the book can [be] and should be finished in one afternoon, interrupted only by a glass of sweet iced tea. Oprah.com
White captures the true essence of Charleston by intertwining the sights and smells of the historic town with an enchanting story filled with ghostly spirits, love, and forgiveness a once-in-a-lifetime series. Fresh Fiction
This is storytelling of the highest order: the kind of book that leaves you both deeply satisfied and aching for more. Beatriz Williams, New York Times bestselling author of Tiny Little Thing
Readers will find White s prose an uplifting experience as she is a truly gifted storyteller. Las Vegas Review-Journal
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