Brighton, 1938: Grace Kemp is pushed away by the family she has shamed. Rejected and afraid, she begins a new life as a nurse. But danger stalks the hospital too, and she'll need to be on her guard to avoid falling into familiar traps. And then there are the things she sees...Strange portents that h
In the Light of What We See
โ Scribed by Sarah Painter
- Book ID
- 110818072
- Publisher
- Amazon Publishing
- Year
- 2016
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 335 KB
- Category
- Fiction
- ISBN-13
- 9781477849965
- ASIN
- B0157ZIX6U
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โฆ Synopsis
Brighton, 1938: Grace Kemp is pushed away by the family she has shamed. Rejected and afraid, she begins a new life as a nurse. But danger stalks the hospital too, and she'll need to be on her guard to avoid falling into familiar traps. And then there are the things she sees....Strange portents that have a way of becoming real.
Eighty years later, Mina Morgan is brought to the same hospital after a near-fatal car crash. She is in terrible pain but recalls nothing. She's not even sure whom to trust. Mina too sees things that others cannot, but now, in hospital, her visions are clearer than ever....
Two women, separated by decades, are drawn together by a shared space and a common need to salvage their lives.
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