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Named of the Dragon [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Kearsley, Susanna
  • Author:  Kearsley, Susanna
  • ISBN-10:  140225864X
  • ISBN-10:  140225864X
  • ISBN-13:  9781402258640
  • ISBN-13:  9781402258640
  • Publisher:  Sourcebooks Landmark
  • Publisher:  Sourcebooks Landmark
  • Pages:  336
  • Pages:  336
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-May-2015
  • Pub Date:  01-May-2015
  • SKU:  140225864X-11-MING
  • SKU:  140225864X-11-MING
  • Item ID: 100414962
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<p>"I've loved every one of Susanna's books! She has bedrock research and a butterfly's delicate touch with characters—sure recipe for historical fiction that sucks you in and won't let go!"— <strong>DIANA GABALDON</strong>, #1 <em>New York Times</em>bestselling author of Outlander</p><strong>SOMEWHERE IN THE HEART OF LEGEND <br>LIES THE KEY TO HER TERRIFYING DREAMS</strong></p><p>The charm of spending the Christmas holidays in South Wales, with its crumbling castles and ancient myths, seems the perfect distraction from the nightmares that have plagued literary agent Lyn Ravenshaw since the loss of her baby five years ago.</p><p>Instead, she meets an emotionally fragile young widow who's convinced that Lyn's recurring dreams have drawn her to Castle Farm for an important purpose—and she's running out of time. </p><p>With the help of a reclusive, brooding playwright, Lyn begins to untangle the mystery and is pulled into a world of Celtic legends, dangerous prophecies, and a child destined for greatness.</p><p><strong>Other bestselling books by Susanna Kearsley: <br></strong>The Winter Sea<br>A Desperate Fortune<br>The Firebird </p><p><strong>Chapter 1</strong></p><p>Shine, little lamp, nor let thy light grow dim. </p><p>Into what vast, dread dreams, what lonely lands,</p><p>Into what griefs hath death delivered him</p><p>Far from my hands?</p><p>-Marjorie Pickthall, "The Lamp of Poor Souls"</p><p>The dream came, as it always did, just before dawn.</p><p>I was standing alone at the edge of a river that wound through a valley so lush and so green that the air seemed alive. The warble of songbirds rang over the treetops from branches bent low with the weight of ripe fruit, and everywhere the flowers grew, more vivid and fragrant than any flowers I had ló#

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