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My name was Susan Forbes
My name was Susan Forbes
My name was Susan Forbes
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My name was Susan Forbes

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Crawley (Crow Valley) - England, 1847 "My name was Susan Forbes, and I was seventeen years old the day I committed suicide by hanging myself from a large branch of the oak tree in the family cemetery. Was I to blame? Not at all, because to love is not a crime." Susan is only seventeen. Susan has just one fault. She fell in love with Nicolas Wells, the young priest of her town, Crawley (Crow Valley). A clandestine love that will bring them to death and that Susan will tell in the sad pages of her diary. A paranormal tale, with gothic and romantic shades.
LinguaItaliano
Data di uscita9 nov 2016
ISBN9788892635982
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    My name was Susan Forbes

    Rosalba Vangelista

    Cover by Tatiana Sabina Meloni

    Translation by Annarita Tranfici

    Editing and Proofreading by Laura Davey

    ISBN: 9788892635982

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    All names, places and events in this book are drawn from the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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    He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.

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    Crawley (Crow Valley)

           England, 1847

    My name was Susan Forbes, and I was seventeen years old the day I committed suicide by hanging myself from a large branch of the oak tree in the family cemetery. 

    Was I to blame?

    Not at all, because to love is not a crime. 

    Or so I believed, at least, until my family killed the man that I loved and the child I was carrying, tying me like an animal to the headboard of my big, wrought-iron bed.

    I still feel the pain and humiliation that I suffered in that moment, even now, in this place.

    Here, in limbo, there is no sound, no light. 

    It’s like floating in a void. 

    I can see the fog that envelops me… a dense, cold fog that tastes of sin. 

    Sin like the one that Nicolas and I committed, sin like the one that my family committed, sin that I myself committed, ending the life of a girl who believed that love was something sacred and wonderful. 

    It was on that wretched bed, still covered in my own blood, having received the news of Nicolas’ murder, that I made my agonising and desperate decision. 

    I recall and still hear the terrifying sound of my innocent, young neck snapping like dry wood, tight against the thick rope that I tied to the oak tree where I used to go and play as a child. 

    The very same tree that used to make me feel safe had become my grave, my cruel and ruthless executioner. 

    It’s cold here where I am, I don’t know how long I have been in this place, whether it’s been

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