This collection of letters from Second Lieutenant Topham Becher Dabridgecourt Hough was discovered at Bridlington School ninety-six years after his death. They cover his entire army career, from enlistment in 1915, to the day of his death in 1916, aged 18 years. In 2012, local historian Mike Wilson, became aware of the find and offered to create a book of the letters, which are both fascinating and moving, and an important record of the hopes and fears of one young man and his family back home.
Brynn Gallagher uses her internship at a new true crime show to investigate the unsolved murder of her favorite teacher, uncovering secrets about her school, her teacher, and her ex-best friend in the process.
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You row to start, and I'll be cox.” Inodded and sat down at the oars, looking dubiously at them. I'd rowed some at school, but only with automatically coordinated supraskims. These oars were wooden and weighed a ton.
... say that a good fistfight solves more than a yelling match ever could because after you finish pounding on each other, you're both tired out, and all the hard feelings from before are gone, so you have nothing better to do than ...
" Plucking the feathers of meaning that cover the voice, dismantling the body from which the voice seems to emanate, resisting the Sirens' song of fascination with the voice, concentrating on "the voice and nothing more": this is the ...