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Wideacre: A Novel [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Gregory, Philippa
  • Author:  Gregory, Philippa
  • ISBN-10:  0743249291
  • ISBN-10:  0743249291
  • ISBN-13:  9780743249294
  • ISBN-13:  9780743249294
  • Publisher:  Touchstone
  • Publisher:  Touchstone
  • Pages:  656
  • Pages:  656
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-May-2003
  • Pub Date:  01-May-2003
  • SKU:  0743249291-11-MING
  • SKU:  0743249291-11-MING
  • Item ID: 100381313
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From #1New York Timesbestselling author Philippa Gregory comes the stunning first novel of a thrilling trilogy about the Lacey family, and the captivating woman at the heart of a power-hungry estate willing to go to any means to protect her family name.

Beatrice Lacey, as strong-minded as she is beautiful, refuses to conform to the social customs of her time. Destined to lose her heritage and beloved Wideacre estate once she is wed, Beatrice will use any means necessary to protect her ancestral name. Seduction, betrayal, even murder—Beatrice’s passion is without apology or conscience. “She is a Lacey of Wideacre,” her father warns, “and whatever she does, however she behaves, will always be fitting.” Yet even as Beatrice’s scheming seems about to yield her dream, she is haunted by the one living person who knows the extent of her plans...and her capacity for evil.

Sumptuously set in Georgian England from the “queen of royal fiction” (USA TODAY),Wideacreis intensely gripping, rich in texture, and full of color and authenticity. It is a saga as irresistible in its singular magic as its heroine.Chapter One

Wideacre Hall faces due south and the sun shines all day on the yellow stone till it is warm and powdery to the touch. The sun travels from gable end to gable end so the front of the house is never in shadow. When I was a small child, collecting petals in the rose garden, or loitering at the back of the house in the stableyard, it seemed that Wideacre was the very centre of the world with the sun defining our boundaries in the east at dawn, till it sank over our hills in the west in the red and pink evening. The great arch it traced in the sky over Wideacre seemed to me a suitable boundary for our vertical influence. Behind the sun were God and the angels; beneath it, and far more significantly, ruled the Squire, my father.

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