Sunset beyond von alec lea (2 Ergebnisse)

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paperback. Zustand: Very Good. Puffin 1973 first thus. Softcover with tight binding. Condition: Very Good. Clean and bright text. NEW EU 3 EURO CHARGE FOR IMPORTS IS INCLUDED IN OUR SHIPPING PRICE. ALL ITEMS ARE DISPATCHED FROM THE UK, ALL OVERSEAS ORDERS SENT BY TRACKABLE AIR MAIL. IF YOU ARE LOCATED OUTSIDE THE UK PLEASE ASK US FOR A POSTAGE QUOTE FOR MULTI VOLUME SETS BEFORE ORDERING.…

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Hardcover. Zustand: Good. First edition. 160 pages. Dj chipped. Ex-library'On the skirts of the moor' or 'on the edge of the beyond' people said when t hey talked about Sunset Farm, and to young Peter Varden who lived at Sunset Farm the words held a special fascination. There was his home, so familiar, safe and hardworking, and only just beyond it the vast, treacherous tract of Dartmoor, s o bleak and threatening in winter or enveloped in one of its sudden and bewilder ing mists.Peter's own great singlehanded struggle with Dartmoor came when he was still a little boy. It was haymaking time, a boiling hot day 'with a temperatur e', as Peter's sister Beth put it. Anyone could see that it was going to rain, a nd the best hay would be ruined unless the entire family worked like demons to g et it in.So it was that Peter was sent alone for the very first time to fetch th e cows home for milking, and when he couldn't find them he went looking on the o pen, dangerous moor. Here, instead of a sunset there seemed to be something evil and threatening, and Peter could see nothing. No tors, no skyline, no cows, not hing. He was lost in a grey swirling, Dartmoor fog.…