Найти книгу: "Secret of White Stone Gate, The - Black Hollow Lane, Book 2 (Unabridged)"

After spending the summer at home in Connecticut, Emmy is eager to return to her friends at Wellsworth. Before she leaves, she receives a key to a safety-deposit box and a letter from her father, telling her to hide the surviving relics and to trust no one. When she returns to school, she realizes her best friend Lola is being framed by the Order for a crime she didn't commit. Jonas informs Emmy if she gives up her father, he'll set things right. It all comes to a head at an exhibit on Medieval manuscripts at the British Library. Will Emmy be able to stop them once and for all?

Ради любви... На что можно пойти ради любви? Катя Петровская, капитан милиции, сотрудница пресс-центра УВД, вспомнила залитую кровью лестницу, пакет с его жутким содержимым в руках эксперта, заросшую крапивой канаву, нагнувшиеся до земли ветви яблонь с червивыми плодами, темную фигуру, всем своим весом налегающую на веревку, перекинутую через сук. Лицо, искаженное бешенством... Так на что можно пойти ради любви?.. Принимая участие в расследовании дела об убийстве двух молодых женщин, Кате пришлось заглянуть в черный омут человеческой души. Соприкоснуться с самым запретным, самым темным... И убедиться — реальность иногда превосходит самые страшные сны...

This spirited account of the exploits of a crew of Saxon archers during the Hundred Years War features cameo appearances by historical figures such as Edward III and the Black Prince. Flavorful and realistic in its depictions of medieval life, the novel combines the excitement of a rugged adventure with the romance of chivalry.

"Dark spruce forest frowned on either side the frozen waterway. The trees had been stripped by a recent wind of their white covering of frost, and they seemed to lean towards each other, black and ominous, in the fading light. A vast silence reigned over the land. The land itself was a desolation, lifeless, without movement, so lone and cold that the spirit of it was not even that of sadness. There was a hint in it of laughter, but of a laughter more terrible than any sadness-a laughter that was mirthless as the smile of the sphinx, a laughter cold as the frost and partaking of the grimness of infallibility. It was the masterful and incommunicable wisdom of eternity laughing at the futility of life and the effort of life. It was the Wild, the savage, frozen-hearted Northland Wild…"