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By Ian Rankin

Mary Miller had regularly been an outcast. As a tender lady she had fallen into the recent burn - a torrent of hot chemical run-off from the neighborhood coal mine. Fished out white-haired and half-dead, sympathy for her speedy light whilst the younger guy who driven her in died in a mining coincidence simply days later. From then on she used to be seemed with a mix of suspicion and fascination via her God-fearing group. Now, years later she is infrequently much less on my own. She is the mummy of a bastard son, Sandy, and stuck up in a faltering affair with a neighborhood instructor. Sandy, in the meantime, has fallen in love with an odd homeless woman. the quest for happiness isn't really effortless. either mom and son needs to face a dismal mystery from their earlier, within the transforming into wisdom that their small dramas are being performed out opposed to a far greater canvas, glimpsed in basic terms in symbols and flickering photos - of deterioration and regrowth, of fireside and water - of the flood. The Flood is either a coming-of-age novel and an grand portrait of a time and position. darkish, atmospheric and strong, it's a amazing debut from a notable writer.

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She had looked at Canada in an atlas at school. It was huge, colossal really, and the towns and cities had good names. Some people there spoke French, but Tom could not. Why was he going to Canada when he could not speak French? It was far too late to put the point to him, so Mary brushed her hair and hummed carols instead. Her mother shouted up the stairwell, her voice neutral. Lunch was ready. Mary felt as if she had just eaten a plateful of toast, yet she had to go down. There was no excuse.

It was a good stone, and he would keep it. By the following morning he had forgotten it, and when he finally did remember a few days after that the stone had disappeared. He found another, better one, and thus had started his collection of good stones. He thought about his mother's hair now as he walked up the street from the Soda Fountain. Black and silver, hanging in thick threads. Black night shot through with wisps of moonlight. He had described it like that in one of his English essays. He liked English, and especially liked writing essays.

His eyes were on his sister as she sat on her blanket. He had staggered a little, dragging his feet around the room while the candle sent grotesque shadows dancing on the walls. The too, man. Me too. She caught me before anyone else, before she could walk even, and only the thought of my . ' he struggled with language, the mystery of words he needed but did not know, and frowned,' . . my task, or something - only that knowledge, and the drink of course, keep me from . . ' He had leaned over his sister, studying her face as if he were a painter, his words hanging in the smoky air.

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