Books with title SEBASTIAN

Excerpt from SebastianDavid slept badly. For this, the winter cough, that had irritated his wife's sensitiveness even in the first year of their marriage, was probably responsible. Va nessa always asserted that he was asthmatic, and certainly he was short of breath. Although he was habitually an insomniac, to-night he had woken with a start, suddenly, as if from some external cause. He lay still for a few moments, his heart beating quickly, his pulses throbbing. What had startled him, how had he been roused?He opened his eyes. Darkness was in the room, and quiet. He occupied the back room on the second floor; the blinds were drawn, the outlook was on to the mews. Perhaps Dr. Gifford's brougham, unusually late, had driven its noisy way over the cobbled stones. But in that case he would hear the clink of harness, the rattle of unsteady hoofs, voices in the yard. He listened, but outside all was still. The big Harley Street house had been built in the Georgian era, the walls were thick, and it was silence they seemed to hold. Black night alone filled the room, and stillness. He shrank a little from both, lying there, hearing his own heart-beats, hearing nothing else, at first.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.

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Close your eyes for just a moment and imagine a small fishing village, where the tiny cottages tumble down the hill to the sea. Can you see the seagulls flying and swooping in between the roof tops? Their shrill cries to each other echoing around the tiny cottages. Lovely, isn't it? but not in Robin Hood's Bay. This story is a twisted tale of danger, ghost ships, pirates from the past, evil Goth Gulls and the Robin Hood's Bay gulls, who think they are humans and not seagulls.So, come walk with me down the cobbled pathways, passed the smugglers cottages and down to the Bay, where the sea is wild and stormy. Let's head for the beach, but be sure, if you see a gold coin lying in the sand, DON'T PICK IT UP, unless you want to slip into a time warp and run the risk of being captured and kept on a ghost ship for ever!

Excerpt from SebastianDavid slept badly. For this, the winter cough, that had irritated his wife's sensitiveness even in the first year of their marriage, was probably responsible. Va nessa always asserted that he was asthmatic, and certainly he was short of breath. Although he was habitually an insomniac, to-night he had woken with a start, suddenly, as if from some external cause. He lay still for a few moments, his heart beating quickly, his pulses throbbing. What had startled him, how had he been roused?He opened his eyes. Darkness was in the room, and quiet. He occupied the back room on the second floor; the blinds were drawn, the outlook was on to the mews. Perhaps Dr. Gifford's brougham, unusually late, had driven its noisy way over the cobbled stones. But in that case he would hear the clink of harness, the rattle of unsteady hoofs, voices in the yard. He listened, but outside all was still. The big Harley Street house had been built in the Georgian era, the walls were thick, and it was silence they seemed to hold. Black night alone filled the room, and stillness. He shrank a little from both, lying there, hearing his own heart-beats, hearing nothing else, at first.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.

A sweet and simple rhyming book about how much you love your little boy. “More than a super-pig flying in the sky, or a crazy caterpillar with some great, big eyes!” Made with cute and silly pictures that are sure to make him smile. You can see the names available and most of the pages on my website: kidsbookwithname.com I have many names available. Search Amazon for “book for (child’s name) by Sally Helmick North”