The Ghost Tree: Gripping historical fiction from the Sunday Times Bestseller

He could feel some kind of strange power coming from her which left him scared

there was a whole universe beyond the strictures of the prayer book which I could see and sense with my own faculties.

This was the world she had seen in her dreams. She was hooked.

‘Use those powers well, boy. Use them for good. Learn to control them. You must be able to call them to you, and send them away again when you don’t need them.

Obeah women, they call themselves. They practise the magic of their own religion. Some are genuine healers with far more knowledge than many of us so-called educated doctors.’ He smiled. ‘We could learn so much from them if we only let ourselves listen.’

Young as he was, he addressed the lieutenant and even the captain as an equal.

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