Back The Whispering Dead
Chapters (39)
  1. Cover
  2. Also by David Mark
  3. THE WHISPERING DEAD
  4. Dedication
  5. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  6. Epigraph
  7. PROLOGUE
  8. ONE
  9. TWO
  10. PART ONE
  11. CORDELIA
  12. CORDELIA
  13. FELICITY
  14. CORDELIA
  15. FELICITY
  16. CORDELIA
  17. FELICITY
  18. CORDELIA
  19. FELICITY
  20. CORDELIA
  21. FELICITY
  22. CORDELIA
  23. PART TWO
  24. FELICITY
  25. CORDELIA
  26. FELICITY
  27. CORDELIA
  28. CORDELIA
  29. FELICITY
  30. CORDELIA
  31. FELICITY
  32. CORDELIA
  33. FELICITY
  34. PART THREE
  35. FELICITY
  36. CORDELIA
  37. FELICITY
  38. CORDELIA
  39. EPILOGUE

I’ll have been enjoying it. He always had it in his head that Cordelia did something in the security services though I swear to you I didn’t know the truth of it at the time. She said she worked for the United Nations – some boring office job reading reports and whatnot. It meant she was away a lot but that made plenty sense to me. You can’t unite nations if you’re going to stay home, can you? And she and Cranham – that’s her late husband, you don’t need to check your notes – well, they’d been living apart as long as I’d known her, but he wasn’t ever stingy with his money and he made sure that the twins were well looked after when she went away. Nannies and what-do-you-call-thems? Au pairs. Boarding school, once they were old enough, though that broke my heart a bit. I’m Tamara’s godmother, do you know that? She’s a film director in America now. Always struck me as funny that Cordelia picked me to be godparent to one of the twins and Cranham picked that snooty chap he was at university with. He ended up Foreign Secretary or Chancellor or one of those jobs that doesn’t seem to mean anything. And Louis does joke that he’d swap with his sister in a flash.