“Where am I? At home! I live with my sister, Cathy and my father at the Old Inn on the Cornish Cliffs.
A storm is raging but father has had to go out for the doctor. Cathy and I were very sick earlier, you see. We are both feeling much better now, and so we decided to get up and come downstairs.
Wait! – there’s a man outside. I don’t recognise him. Who is he? What does he want? And why on earth is he out on a night like this?”
Just quote a couple of spoiler-free sentences the book you’re reading to tempt other readers.
Here is mine:-
“Perhaps,” he said, looking back at us, “and I only say perhaps – perhaps I might while away some time, as I drink my drink and wait for the storm to quieten, by sharing with you a few tales I’ve gathered on my travels. “How might that be?”
This all comes courtesy of Tales of Terror from the Black Ship by Chris Priestley
This proved to be a well timed book – we had our first big storm of the winter last night. At high tide we had waves coming up over the promenade and spray over the garden right up to the windows. Definitely a night to stay in and read!