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Zusatztext For Laura Logan! life on Cape Cod has been nearly perfect! full of magicaldays spent enjoying the sea with her beloved twin brother! Cary. But then!like the creeping of the tides! the vicious rumors at school begin - cruelvoices saying unspeakable things about the Logans. Laura tries to ignorethem! but not until handsome! gentle Robert Royce moves to their town doesshe feel truly carefree and happy again. While Robert's smile drives theshadows from Laura's heart! she still worries about Cary! whose gloomymoods drift in like the coastal fog. And then Grandma Olivia issues a chillingthreat! forbidding Laura to see Robert ever again. Alone to suffer becauseof dark secrets no one will explain! Laura obeys...until the miracle ofa glorious summer leads her back into Robert's arms. But dark thunderclouds have been gathering on the horizon!and when they suddenly burst with tragedy! they howl a name from the Logans'shameful past that plunges Laura into a silent! terrible agony. Now Lauracan only dream of the warm! sun-filled life she so desperately desires... Informationen zum Autor One of the most popular authors of all time! V.C. Andrews has been a bestselling phenomenon since the publication of Flowers in the Attic ! first in the renowned Dollanganger family series! which includes Petals on the Wind ! If There Be Thorns ! Seeds of Yesterday ! and Garden of Shadows . The family saga continues with Christopher’s Diary: Secrets of Foxworth ! Christopher’s Diary: Echoes of Dollanganger ! and Secret Brother ! as well as Beneath the Attic ! Out of the Attic ! and Shadows of Foxworth as part of the fortieth anniversary celebration. There are more than eighty V.C. Andrews novels! which have sold over 107 million copies worldwide and have been translated into twenty-five foreign languages. Join the conversation about the world of V.C. Andrews at Facebook.com/OfficialVCAndrews. A long time ago, I lived a fairy tale life. There was always magic around me: magic in the stars, magic in the ocean and magic in the sand. At night when we were only ten years old, Cary and I would lie back on our blankets on the deck of our daddy's lobster boat and gaze up at the heavens, pretending we were falling into outer space, flying past this planet and that, circling moons and reaching out to touch the stars. We permitted our minds to wander and imagine. We said anything we wanted to each other, never ashamed, or too embarrassed to reveal our most secret thoughts, our dreams, our intimate questions. We were twins, but Cary liked to call himself my older brother because, according to Papa, he was born two minutes and twenty-nine seconds before me. He behaved like an older brother from the moment he could crawl and protect me. He cried when I was unhappy and he laughed when he heard me laugh, even if he didn't know why I was laughing. When I asked him about that once, he said the sound of my laughter was music to him and it pleased him so much, he couldn't help but smile and then laugh, too. It was as if we were enchanted children who heard our own songs, melodies that were sung to us by the sea we loved so much. As far back as I can remember, there was always magic in the water. Cary could wade in and come walking out with the most spectacular seaweed, starfish, clamshells, seashells, and even things he claimed had washed across the ocean from other countries to us. When it came to the ocean, I believed anything he said. Sometimes I thought Cary must have been born with seawater in his veins. No one loved it as much, even when it was nasty and wild. What discoveries Daddy let us keep, we kept in either Cary's room or mine. We decided everything had some sort of power to it, whether it was the power to grant us a wish or the power to make us healthier or happier just by touching it. We assigned an...
