A spine-tingling collection of haunting tales, from the Sunday Times bestselling author of Lady of Hay.Sands of Time features two intriguing stories that pick up the fortunes of characters from Whispers in the Sand, Barbara Erskine's captivating Egyptian novel. Still haunted by ancient mysteries, and the subject of dark intentions, Anna and Louisa must once more do battle with the past in order to survive the present.Alongside these are a host of other tales, all with a touch of the unexpected. A happily married woman has an affair – with a man who died in the First World War. Who is the little girl on the swing in the garden – and why does only Charlotte see her? And how does a traveller find herself transported suddenly from her airplane seat to the snowy Canadian wasteland below?Suspense, romance, passion, unexpected echoes of the past – vintage Barbara Erskine, and storytelling at its most compelling.
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Barbara Erskine. Sands of Time
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PREFACE
The Legacy of Isis
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What Price Magic?
Between Times
Sea Dreams
The Footpath
Sacred Ground
Damsel in Distress
The Last Train to Yesterday
Party Trick
Lost in the Temple
Random Snippets
On the Way to London
Second Sight
The Cottage Kitchen
The Room Upstairs
Moonlight
The Girl on the Swing
An Afternoon at the Museum
Day Trip
Barney
You’ve Got to Have a Dream
First-class Travel
Moving On
‘You’ve Got a Book to Write, Remember?’
Sands of Time
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The Storyteller
Let time stand still.Discover even more of the magic
If you enjoyed this book, you’ll love Barbara Erskine’s brilliant latest novel, Sleeper’s Castle – an epic tale of suspense, passion and history
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If poets’ verses are but stories, so are food and raiment stories. So is all the world a story. So is man of dust a story.
St Columba
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‘I don’t know and I don’t care.’ Sarah stepped towards him. ‘Would you ask Mr Dunglass to fetch our horses. We have seen enough.’
‘But Mrs Shelley doesn’t want to go yet.’ The boy looked straight at her. ‘Surely she hasn’t had enough time to sketch the head-dress which she came to see. My father told me to come over specially and make sure she had everything she needed.’
