Inheritance
Language: English
Pages: 272
ISBN: 0099540460
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
What would you do if you suddenly and unexpectedly inherited GBP17million? This is what happens to Andy Larkham, recently jilted lover, and resentfully underpaid publishing minion. Arriving late to the funeral of his favourite schoolteacher, he ends up in the wrong chapel with one other mourner, too embarrassed to leave. Pressured to sign the register, little does he realise what effect that signature will have upon his life. The extraordinary story that follows tells of one man's failed love, the temptations of unanticipated wealth, the secrets of damaged families and the price of being true to oneself. It is a romance for our times.
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many miserable people.' But the door was opening and Goodman's arm was on his shoulder and he was giving Andy his pet smile again. 'Perhaps if your next book makes a splash we can return to the subject. What are you working on, by the way?' Andy stared at him vacantly. How would he feel when he got home and no one came up the stairs? 'Ruth Challis,' he mumbled. 'Ah, yes. I need corrected proofs by the end of today. Is that feasible?' 'Yes . . . I think so.' 'Good. That's all I want to know.
cicadas, living just a few days until they had found a mate. 'You sound like my bloody biology teacher.' Makertich was not through. 'And once they've mated, one more thing - that's to lay their eggs, after which they're good for nothing but blue-tongue tucker and flotsam.' 'Well, they sure kick up a serious noise,' Flexmore said, relaxing enough to pick his nose. 'As one would after nineteen years keeping mum.' 'I reckon that's fair impossible for you.' Flexmore smiled at the ribbing.
Cheryl to help her with the mailing lists had submitted invoices from an offshore company in Jersey that specialised in buying property. Not in London, but in the oddest parts of the world. To begin with, Makertich chose not to question Cheryl. If his wife's consultant decided to invest in a Moroccan tower block, that was his business. But the amounts grew larger, until it reached a stage when too much money was leaving his Foundation for Makertich to ignore. The first time he broached the
know where he was going, he looked at her with eyes that could be so beautiful, but which came staring from the face of a dingo, and said: 'There's a top block of land I have to check out in Jarvis Bay. Don't worry, baby. I'll be back in a week, ten days max.' She took it badly, and not only because she could not stand to be on her own, the Seekers' words reverberating in her head, the words like flies that dashed against the window and buzzed around and died, and all the while imagining Don and
unbeknown to her, Makertich had stored here. His darkroom had lain unused since his wife's departure. He wanted the space for his Armenian books. His good eye twisted inward. He turned his back on England and retreated like a desert father into his library. The thought of Armenia obsessed him. It was a simple word, but part of something supernaturally larger. The invisible trellis up which his spirit all this while had climbed. The first Christian country on earth. The country of Adam from whom