Hemiphos
Timber's Castle
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"You were right about me, Roxanne, you were right from the start! I'm a monster, a filthy, despicable, wretched monster! You're right about hating me . . . I'm cursed, and so are the other miserable creatures I dragged along with me . . . " No one dares go near the derelict old castle perched on Timber Hill. Everyone believes that it's haunted. But sixteen-year-old Roxanne doesn't believe in ghosts. What she discovers inside, though, shakes her to the core; the truth, which scares and enchants her at the same time, puts her life on the line, while leaving her mind bewitched and her interest pi...
"You were right about me, Roxanne, you were right from the start! I'm a monster, a filthy, despicable, wretched monster! You're right about hating me . . . I'm cursed, and so are the other miserable creatures I dragged along with me . . . " No one dares go near the derelict old castle perched on Timber Hill. Everyone believes that it's haunted. But sixteen-year-old Roxanne doesn't believe in ghosts. What she discovers inside, though, shakes her to the core; the truth, which scares and enchants her at the same time, puts her life on the line, while leaving her mind bewitched and her interest piqued. Gripped by a burning curiosity, she cannot stop herself going back again, and again, until she discovers all its secrets. Crossing the threshold of the old mansion, the greatest adventure of Roxanne's life begins. She falls in love, gets hurt and makes some otherworldly friends. She pushes her own soul to the limit, realises the power of forgiveness, and above all, discovers that her life is bound up with the castle, its mysterious owner, and its ghosts. In the end, when she unwittingly risks giving its secrets away, the consequences for the others and herself are devastating . . . ¿Timber's Castle is the first book of the Hemiphos trilogy. A tour de force ballad that isn't set to music and verse, but is instead cloaked in the mantle of prose.
