Kittling: Books

  First Line: I know little of my birth, for my mother died long before she could tell me-- before I ever heard her voice or gazed at her fa...

First Line: Starting in the early dawn light, he had driven up into the mountains, leaving the flat sprawl of Kingston behind him . Jam...

First Line: The ancient road began at the Tower and ran east to west along a terrace of gravel . It's 1811, and from the ancient Ra...