The Secret History of the Pink Carnation
Chapter One
"... The city of your birth awaits your return. Please send word of your travel arrangements by courier at first
opportunity. I remain, your devoted brother, Edouard."
"The city of your birth awaits your return." Amy whispered the words aloud.
At last! Fingers tightening around the paper in her hands, she gazed rapturously at the sky. For an event of such
magnitude, she expected bolts of lightning, or thunderclouds at the very least. But the Shropshire sky gazed calmly
back at her, utterly unperturbed by the momentous events taking place below.
Wasn't that just like Shropshire?
Sinking to the grass, Amy contemplated the place where she had spent the majority of her life. Behind her, over the
rolling fields, the redbrick manor house sat placidly on its rise. Uncle Bertrand was sure to be right there, three
windows from the left, sitting in his cracked leather chair, poring over the latest findings of the Royal Agric ... read full excerpt from The Secret History of the Pink Carnation ebook
