Showing results by author "Andrew Michael Hurley"

When the remains of a young child are discovered during a winter storm on a stretch of the bleak Lancashire coastline known as the Loney, a man named Smith is forced to confront the terrifying and mysterious events that occurred 40 years earlier, when he visited the place as a boy. At that time his devoutly Catholic mother was determined to find healing for Hanny, his disabled older brother. And so the family, along with members of their parish, embarked on an Easter pilgrimage to an ancient shrine.

Every autumn, John Pentecost returns to the farm where he grew up to help gather the sheep down from the moors for the winter. Very little changes in the Endlands, but this year, his grandfather - the Gaffer - has died and John's new wife, Katherine, is accompanying him for the first time. Each year, the Gaffer would redraw the boundary lines of the village, with pen and paper, but also through the remembrance of tales and timeless communal rituals, which keep the sheep safe from the Devil.

The Loney - ein verregneter, unwirtlicher Landstrich an der nordenglischen Küste. In der Karwoche des Jahres 1976 pilgert eine kleine Glaubensgemeinschaft aus London dorthin, um in der Wallfahrtskirche der heiligen Anna für ein Wunder zu beten: Möge Hanny, äußerlich schon fast ein Mann, doch von kindlichem Gemüt, von seiner Krankheit erlöst werden. Dreißig Jahre später legt ein Erdrutsch bei The Loney die Leiche eines Babys frei.

Uhyggelig og meget stemningsmaettet debutroman om et sted kaldet Ensomheden, hvor en gruppe religiøse tager til på deres årlige bøns- og bodsuge for at søge Gud - men oplever andre uforklarlige ting. "Ensomheden er ikke bare god; den er fantastisk. Det er et enestående litteraert vaerk." - Stephen King.

If it had another name, I never knew, but the locals called it the Loney - that strange nowhere between the Wyre and the Lune where Hanny and I went every Easter time with Mummer, Farther, Mr. and Mrs. Belderboss and Father Wilfred, the parish priest. It was impossible to truly know the place. It changed with each influx and retreat, and the neap tides would reveal the skeletons of those who thought they could escape its insidious currents. No one ever went near the water.