The Trees Rose Tremain to his little boy

to his little boy

in particular from her old acquaintance Chief Inspector Markby and from her new neighbour Harriet Needham

struggles to earn his freedom

with no way home

Late one summer evening

The Trees Rose Tremain to his little boyThere came an elastic aftershock of creaks and groans and then, softly softly, a chinking shower of rubbled cement. Leaves calmed and trunks stood serene. Where, not a minute before, there had been a suburb, there was now only woodland standing amid ruins. There is no warning. No chance to prepare. They arrive in the night: thundering up through the ground, transforming streets and towns into shadowy forest. Buildings are destroyed. Broken bodies,