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The Winter Garden

Nicola Cornick
Contents ( 46)
  1. Prologue
  2. Knightstone Manor Winter, 1598
  3. One
  4. The Present Late July
  5. Two
  6. Ashby St. Ledgers, Northamptonshire November, 1592
  7. Three
  8. The Present
  9. Four
  10. Ashby St. Ledgers, Northamptonshire Christmas, 1598
  11. Five
  12. August
  13. Six
  14. Stoneleigh, Warwickshire Spring, 1593
  15. Seven
  16. Eight
  17. Ashby St. Ledgers, Northamptonshire April, 1595
  18. Nine
  19. Ten
  20. Knightstone Manor December 1597
  21. Eleven
  22. Twelve
  23. Ashby St. Ledgers, Northamptonshire 1598
  24. Thirteen
  25. Fourteen
  26. Knightstone Manor September, 1598
  27. Fifteen
  28. Sixteen
  29. Knightstone Manor Autumn 1598
  30. Seventeen
  31. Eighteen
  32. Ashby St. Ledgers, Northamptonshire Spring, 1600
  33. Nineteen
  34. Twenty
  35. Rushden, Northamptonshire October, 1605
  36. Twenty-One
  37. Twenty-Two
  38. London October 26, 1605
  39. Twenty-Three
  40. Twenty-Four
  41. Ashby St. Ledgers, Northamptonshire November 5, 1605
  42. Twenty-Five
  43. Epilogue
  44. November 5th
  45. Author Note
  46. Acknowledgments
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Select praise for the novels of Nicola Cornick

The Last Daughter of York

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—Barbara Erskine, Sunday Times bestselling author

“Well researched and stylish, full of emotion from past and present, this is an engrossing mystery to keep the reader turning the pages.”

—Anne O’Brien, author of The Queen’s Rival

“An engaging, beautifully crafted romance that weaves together several intriguing mysteries, both ancient and modern.”

—Alison Weir, author of the Six Tudor Queens series

The Forgotten Sister

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—Publishers Weekly

“A gorgeous novel, so fresh and original. And the tension! I was on the edge of my seat.”

—Jenny Ashcroft

The Woman in the Lake

“I was hooked from the first pages.”

—Gill Paul

“You just can’t put it down. Brilliant!”

—Katie Fforde

The Phantom Tree

“There is much to enjoy in this sumptuous novel.”

—Sunday Mirror

“A brilliant time-slip novel with a great twist in the tail!”

—Woman magazine

House of Shadows

“Fans of Kate Morton will enjoy this gripping tale.”

—Candis

“A gripping read.”

—BBC Radio

The Winter Garden

Nicola Cornick

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In memory of Ashurst Sky Angus MacLeod.

Contents

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

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

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Epilogue

Author Note

Acknowledgments

“Winter Garden
The moon thinned to a thread.”

Matsuo Basho

Prologue

Catherine

Knightstone Manor
Winter, 1598

They awoke that morning to snow. The garden was cloaked in it. It fell in huge flakes the size of rose petals from a sky as soft and white as down. Catherine, who had mourned the loss of the summer shapes and colors, who had disliked the bare bones of the garden in winter, was enchanted. Here was her creation transformed into something magical and new.

The children were desperate to play outside. The nurses wrapped them in winter flannels and thick woolens; it was astonishing that they could move, let alone run. Robert went with them as they shrieked and tumbled in the snow of the labyrinth, their excited cries echoing in the crisp winter air.

Everywhere she walked, the garden beckoned her on. The clipped hedges of the knot garden were stiff with tiny spikes of frost bristling on each twig. The pebbles of the path glittered with ice. The lake was lost beneath a covering of snow like a flat, blank mirror. The summerhouse—a winter house now—had icicles hanging from the eaves. She wandered along the bank, wondering whether when the snow had cleared there might still be ice for skating. The boys would love that. She was sure there was an old pair of wooden skates in a chest somewhere. Robert would know; the house had been his grandmother’s before his.