Daughters of Fire. Barbara Erskine

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Copyright

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      This edition 2007

      Copyright © Barbara Erskine 2006

      Barbara Erskine asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work

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      This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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Dedication

      For Diz, who started the hare.

Epigraph

      The lamps now glitter down the street;

      Faintly sound the falling feet;

      And the blue even slowly falls

      About the garden trees and walls.

      Now in the falling of the gloom

      The red fire paints the empty room:

      And warmly on the roof it looks,

      And flickers on the backs of books.

      Armies march by tower and spire

      Of cities blazing, in the fire;

      Till as I gaze with staring eyes,

      The armies fade, the lustre dies.

      Then once again the glow returns;

      Again the phantom city burns;

      And down the red-hot valley, lo!

      The phantom armies marching go!

      Blinking embers, tell me true,

      Where are those armies marching to,

      And what the burning city is

      That crumbles in your furnaces!

      ‘Armies in the Fire’

       A Child’s Garden of Verses

      Robert Louis Stevenson

      ‘The evil that men do lives after them,

       The good is oft interred with their bones …’

       Julius Caesar

      William Shakespeare

       Contents

       Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Epigraph

Map

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