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The youngest of nine children and the grandson of mariners shipwrecked and drowned from sailing ships, Harry enjoyed a status in his family beyond his years. Always called, 'Wor Harry' by the charabanc-load of brothers, sisters, cousins, uncles and aunts in North Shields, Harry Malcolm was the last of his family to work on the River Tyne. His death marked the end of one hundred years of service in and around the tugboats, docks and beaches of the North Sea Coast. The memories he recounts stretch from the end of the nineteenth century in a poor community that thrived on love, laughter and resourcefulness despite two world wars, mass unemployment and opportunity hampered by poverty.He wrote about his youth for his granddaughters Rachel and Ruth, to show them how much had changed since he was a boy. I have added the stressful things that he left out because it enriches the picture of his remarkable life and the service he gave to the people around him.
The year - 1170. The place - Canterbury Cathedral, full of arches and flickering shadows. The Archbishop Thomas à Becket is murdered by the King's own men and thirteen year old Edward sees it all. The murderer snatches the holy man's jewelled cross but in the panic that follows he drops it. Edward, watching, grabs it, saves it and runs... Will he escape the searching eyes of powerful, angry men? What dangers must he face to take the treasure of the most famous man in England to safety? Can he save the jewel? Can he save himself?
Kiara suffers from haphephobia, the fear of touch. It's been five years since her abduction, five long years of therapy. Now she's ready to move on with her life, to be touched by the one man she trusts-her best friend, Tyler. At least, that's what she thought until she started seeing the creatures again. Now she has a secret to keep, one she thought she'd left in the past.Tyler is no saint. Hell, before Kiara, his life was a sham; a broken actor, sex addict, heroin addict. He's lucky to be alive. She is the one good thing he has going for him. He would never touch her, never break that trust. Not even if she wanted him to.The visions are getting worse, destroying what little hope Kiara had for a normal life. Could these visions be brought on by her newfound attraction to Tyler or are they something worse, something lurking in the dark, hiding in the shadows of their past? Now they must figure out the truth before it tears them apart.
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