Books with author Margaret Pinder

Excerpt from The Man Who Found Himself: Uncle SimonTo the general public this great and potent firm was almost unknown, yet Pettigrew and Pettigrew had cut Off enough heirs to furnish material for a dozen Braddon novels, had smothered numerous screaming tragedies in high life and buried them at dead of night, and all without a wrinkle on the brow of the placid Old firm that drove its curricle through the reigns of the Georges, took snuff in the days of Palmerston, and in the days of Edward Rex still refused to employ the typewriter.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

She knew high school would be difficult, but not like this...Dulci Oyselle is a 13-year-old girl living on Cape Breton Island, excited about the new experiences that await her in high school. Starting a Celtic music club and being asked out by the cute new junior should mean that things are off to a good start, but then the bizarre events begin to unfold.She sees a man wailing in the snow, another dodging a knife swipe, and the body of a Mi'kmaq Indian girl--all in places where they shouldn't be: a classroom, her bedroom, the high school field. She knows she isn't dreaming, but what else could it be?She needs to find out what's going on, especially when it turns out the visions might point to a threat to her best friend's family. How can Dulci satisfy the power behind the visions to make them stop, when she can barely believe that they're real?

Excerpt from The Man Who Found Himself: Uncle SimonTo the general public this great and potent firm was almost unknown, yet Pettigrew and Pettigrew had cut Off enough heirs to furnish material for a dozen Braddon novels, had smothered numerous screaming tragedies in high life and buried them at dead of night, and all without a wrinkle on the brow of the placid Old firm that drove its curricle through the reigns of the Georges, took snuff in the days of Palmerston, and in the days of Edward Rex still refused to employ the typewriter.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from The Princess and the Clan Luckily at this moment a diversion CC curred. The Wallaces arrived, swarming into the two pews ahead. Elizabeth did not know any of them to speak to except Mrs. Wallace, whom She had met officially as the rector's wife. But she dearly loved to watch them all. They seemed so happy and jolly and so fond of each other. One by one they filed in. First there was the pretty young lady with the fair hair and the forget-me-not blue eyes a regular blue and gold princess Whom Elizabeth of the raven locks admired tremendously. Next to her was the funny chubby-faced little boy in the white sailor suit who was forever bob bing up and down in the pew and turning his head in a thousand directions. His face was as a Raphael cherub's, but Elizabeth had noted appreciatively, on former occa sions, that his conduct did not always match his cherubic expression. Mrs. Wallace her self came next. Elizabeth had loved her from the first moment she saw her, though she looked so mothery it sometimes made a lump come in her throat she wanted her own dear little mother so. Aunt Evelyn was not in the least mothery. Poor thing! She had had scarcely any practice! About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from The Princess and the Clan Luckily at this moment a diversion CC curred. The Wallaces arrived, swarming into the two pews ahead. Elizabeth did not know any of them to speak to except Mrs. Wallace, whom She had met officially as the rector's wife. But she dearly loved to watch them all. They seemed so happy and jolly and so fond of each other. One by one they filed in. First there was the pretty young lady with the fair hair and the forget-me-not blue eyes a regular blue and gold princess Whom Elizabeth of the raven locks admired tremendously. Next to her was the funny chubby-faced little boy in the white sailor suit who was forever bob bing up and down in the pew and turning his head in a thousand directions. His face was as a Raphael cherub's, but Elizabeth had noted appreciatively, on former occa sions, that his conduct did not always match his cherubic expression. Mrs. Wallace her self came next. Elizabeth had loved her from the first moment she saw her, though she looked so mothery it sometimes made a lump come in her throat she wanted her own dear little mother so. Aunt Evelyn was not in the least mothery. Poor thing! She had had scarcely any practice! About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.