Chapters (56)
- Cover
- THE BLACK EARTH
- Dedication
- Contents
- BOOK I
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- BOOK II
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- BOOK III
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- BOOK IV
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- About the Author
- By Philip Kazan
- Copyright
‘But I’m singing for you,’ she says, and drags her hands across her own face. He’ll go, she is thinking. He’ll go back into the earth. But he is still there. ‘Are we dead?’ she whispers.
‘I came. I promised. I thought …’ She realises that he can’t walk any more, and stumbles across the grave to him, across the black earth. ‘I thought I was too late.’
‘No, no.’ When she puts her arms around him, she feels sunlight on her skin. But the sun has gone down. It is getting dark. She can feel his ribs against hers, his heart beating faintly, and her own little pulse chattering with fever: two birds left too long, left to starve, alone in their cages. She presses her face into his neck and hears the rhythm of his blood. Such a small sound. Still, a sound. A song. She feels his hand in her hair and she raises her face to him. His lips taste of blood, and metal things: of the war. But only for a moment, and then she doesn’t have to remember any more.
‘My God. There’s almost nothing left of us,’ she says. ‘But there’s enough. There’s just enough.’
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About the Author
PHILIP KAZAN was born in London and grew up on Dartmoor. He is the author of two previous novels set in fifteenth-century Florence and the Petroc series following a thirteenth-century adventurer. After living in New York and Vermont, Philip is back on the edge of Dartmoor with his wife and three children.
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By Philip Kazan
The Black Earth
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First published in Great Britain by Allison &Busby in 2018.
This ebook edition published in Great Britain by Allison &Busby in 2018.
Copyright © 2018 by PHILIP KAZAN
Permission to reproduce extracts from The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot
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The moral right of the author is hereby asserted
in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All characters and events in this publication other than those clearly in the public domain are fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.