Chapters (50)
- Cover
- About the Author
- By Trisha Ashley
- Dedication
- Praise for Trisha Ashley:
- Acknowledgements
- Foreword
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Tina’s Top Tips for New Writers
- Tina’s Espresso Ice Cream
- Sergei Popov’s Russian Blinis
- Linny’s Lebanese Baba Ganoush
- Read More
- 1
- 2
- The Little Teashop of Lost and Found
- A Leap of Faith
- A Good Heart is Hard to Find
- Did you love this book?
The Willows,
Drover Road,
Up Wrigley
Dear Ms Devino,
I am sending you my latest novel, Pixies of Pilgarrow, a delightful and traditional story of magic and enchantment in the style of Elizabeth Goudge. It is aimed at all age groups, from young adult upwards.
I have written sixteen novels so far but have met with a total lack of response from publishers who only seem interested in smut and violence. I am certain that there is a vast market of young people out there crying out for something more inspirational! My Guide troop are all enthralled when I read my wholesome work to them as a treat when we are winding down from our more strenuous activities.
Everyone who has read any of my work has said it is unforgettable and has had an indescribable effect on them. None of my friends can understand why I wasn’t published long ago!
Perhaps you can tell me where to go from here? I am getting so disheartened I am seriously thinking of taking a desktop publishing course and going it alone as the Potter-Rubrick Press!
Do advise me.
Yours sincerely,
Pippa Potter-Rubrick (Miss)
Twenty-Seven
Overtures
MEMORIZE THE FOLLOWING ADDRESS AND THEN DESTROY!
‘Limpet’, C/O Ben’s News & Sweet Shop, High Street, Brittling-by-the-Sea
Dear Ms Devino,
My sources tell me you are able to operate in complete confidentiality. This is hush-hush: you will receive the money separately, in cash by hand, so be prepared!
My novel is based on my wartime experiences, and since I am still bound by the Official Secrets Act, my name must never be mentioned in connection with it. ‘Limpet’ will be my pen name. Peruse it privately – it is for your eyes only. Do not divulge any of my details to anyone. I will not be available for publicity when the book is published.
Limpet
What a difference a few hours can make!
A strange postman (stranger than my usual one, I mean) rang my bell at the crack of dawn in order to hand me a thick bundle of letters wadded together with elastic bands under a plastic wrapper, and a small registered padded envelope.
Naturally I opened the package first and found inside a box marked with the name of a very famous jeweller containing one small but perfect pearl. It was pierced for stringing and lay there looking very cultured: urbane, almost.
Nothing else.
Well, this profoundly puzzled me, but I put it to one side and reached for the bundle, which had been forwarded from some super post-sorting place. When I took the wrapper off there were dozens of letters from Sergei, with dates going right back to our split and, at a quick glance, running the full gamut of hurt from despair to anger, due to getting no answer whatsoever, apart from having the phone put down on him a few times.