Young Michael's life becomes a living nightmare when he is I've left my history here and moved on, and now you can find me at Beyond Eden Rock. My friends and family have always called me Jane, and that's what I prefer these days. If you haven’t met him yet, you really, really should …įleur was an alter ego. I’m sorry that the trilogy is over, but now that it is I am quite sure that I will be going back to the beginning, visiting with Uncle Montague again, and listening to his tales. Until her very last story, when everything would become clear ….Įverything was right – once again the words of Chris Priestley and the illustrations of David Roberts worked together quite beautifully. In between the stories he tried to ask questions, but the woman in white gave him no answers. That his fellow travellers were too deeply asleep. But he began to realise that something was amiss. It would be quite impossible for anyone, child or adult, not to be entranced. Tales that are of their time, and yet utterly timeless. There are wonderful echoes of other stories in these tales. And, maybe the strangest tale of the whole trilogy, the story of a crack in a wall … A girl who is fascinated by a puppet theatre that is not at all what it seems. A boy whose resentment of his father’s other interests leads him into terrible danger.

The story of a governess struggling with a problem child who will lead her, and those around her, to question her sanity. And each story would end with a strange and unexpected twist. Her stories started quietly, but as she spoke the sense of foreboding grew. She told him stories of children she had known, and of things that had happened to them. Robert noticed that many of his fellow travellers had fallen asleep, and that only he and the woman in white were awake. The train came to a halt by the mouth of a tunnel. A pale young woman dressed in pure white …. But as the train made stops others joined him. I read the story of Robert, a child in Edwardian England, travelling back to school on his own for the very first time.Īt first Robert was alone in a compartment. And when I picked the book up I read and I read. And I knew that this was the final part, the third book, of a wonderful trilogy.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want to read the stories, but I didn’t want them to be over. I saved up my copy of Tales of Terror From The Tunnel’s Mouth for a long, time.

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