The Gifts

''The wind is fierce up on the banks of the steep and uneven hill known as Brown Clee. It blows all the thoughts around Etta's head as she stops for a moment near the old earthworks at Nordy Bank to catch her breath on the ascent. She closes her eyes for a moment, feels the wind rushing around her, roaring in her ears. She thinks of all the other people in past times who have trodden this same route, this same path, smelt the same damp earth of autumn and felt the wind scouring their faces.'‘

An excellent fusion of Historical Fiction and Magical Realism as London becomes the city of ‘‘fallen'' angels. Through the eyes of four women, we witness a tale of avarice, cruel ambition, and obsession. Yet, the flame of hope burns brighter and brighter when myths come alive.

One of the most exciting novels I've read this year.

P.S. I adore Mary and Richard. I demand volumes and volumes dedicated to their adventures.😊

''I am the breath in the soaring wind, the heartbeat in the thunder. I am the hills and the holloways, the meres and the mosses, the fields and the ferns.''