A wooden leg (2014)
Janet T. SawyerRepository | Library | Shelf |
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Devon | West Country Studies | G4/823/SAW/2014 |
9780857042286
Publication Details
9780857042286
Hardback
24cm
432p
First line:
Hugo remembered only the darkness, dusty, dim-lit, stinking darkness which swirled around him, and the noise that dinned all sense, the blast of cannon, the crash of falling timbers, the awful thud as the great warship took yet another mortal blow and juddered sideways with a wrenching creak, and the rumble like an earthquake, shaking her very guts, as her own vast armament sent a broadside in reply.
Hugo remembered only the darkness, dusty, dim-lit, stinking darkness which swirled around him, and the noise that dinned all sense, the blast of cannon, the crash of falling timbers, the awful thud as the great warship took yet another mortal blow and juddered sideways with a wrenching creak, and the rumble like an earthquake, shaking her very guts, as her own vast armament sent a broadside in reply.
19th century