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The Dram Road
Ghosts on a historic rural road bring together a desperate young London punk running from a crime and a stubborn old man.
218 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1983
About the author
Louise Lawrence
40 books58 followersElizabeth Holden, better known by her pen name Louise Lawrence, is an English science fiction author, acclaimed during the 1970s and 1980s.
Lawrence was born in Leatherhead, Surrey, England, in 1943. She became fascinated with Wales at a young age, and has set many of her novels there. She left school early on to become an assistant librarian. She married and had the first of her three children in 1963. Her departure from the library, she recalls, gave her the potential to turn toward writing: "Deprived of book-filled surroundings, I was bound to write my own."
Lawrence was born in Leatherhead, Surrey, England, in 1943. She became fascinated with Wales at a young age, and has set many of her novels there. She left school early on to become an assistant librarian. She married and had the first of her three children in 1963. Her departure from the library, she recalls, gave her the potential to turn toward writing: "Deprived of book-filled surroundings, I was bound to write my own."
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November 11, 2019
Quite a good book ... quite tender...
p. 32: He was horribly afraid. And this was not the brutal mindless attack he had launched on Mr. Elphink. He knew exactly what he intended to do. He could not plead ignorance this time. He had been guilty fro the moment he had entered the house.... one more robbery with violence, to be deliberately executed with the full consent of himself... He saw nothing but the old man watching him: blue faded eyes and wrinkled features, wisps of gray hair like a monk's tonsure surrounding a patch of a bald head. He showed no trace of alarm, not a flicker of fear in those still blue eyes. Indeed he seemed to be laughing silently at Stuart, although the laughter was not apparent, just a quality ingrained in his character, an insuppressible sense of fun. He looked wicked, a pink and white goblin with a small mustache, one white bushy eyebrow raised slightly in surprise. "What does thou want?" He asked. Stuart gripped the chain tighter. The old man watched him. "What's that there towing chain for?" "One move and you're dead, Grandad," Stuart threatened...
p. 32: He was horribly afraid. And this was not the brutal mindless attack he had launched on Mr. Elphink. He knew exactly what he intended to do. He could not plead ignorance this time. He had been guilty fro the moment he had entered the house.... one more robbery with violence, to be deliberately executed with the full consent of himself... He saw nothing but the old man watching him: blue faded eyes and wrinkled features, wisps of gray hair like a monk's tonsure surrounding a patch of a bald head. He showed no trace of alarm, not a flicker of fear in those still blue eyes. Indeed he seemed to be laughing silently at Stuart, although the laughter was not apparent, just a quality ingrained in his character, an insuppressible sense of fun. He looked wicked, a pink and white goblin with a small mustache, one white bushy eyebrow raised slightly in surprise. "What does thou want?" He asked. Stuart gripped the chain tighter. The old man watched him. "What's that there towing chain for?" "One move and you're dead, Grandad," Stuart threatened...
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