Ebook {Epub PDF} Winter Rose by Rachel A. Marks

Winter Rose. The pungent stench of sweat and whiskey fills the air. The smells of Pa, of what might be coming. Pa and his anger. Pa and his fists. Pa and his dangerous grip. He killed the rest of our chickens last night in a rage when Mamma wouldn’t stop her coughing. Tore them to Missing: Rachel A. Marks.  · A dark and haunting tale of a young girl trapped in Winter, longing to be free. When Rose and her sister are left to fend (ISBN:BC75V86)/5(15).  · Winter Rose by Rachel A. Marks is a beautifully written novella (about 57 pages) with a fairy tale feel. There aren’t any fairies or displays of magic, but Rose’s own story parallels an imaginative fairy tale that Luke, the miner she rescues from her trap, later tells.

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A Review: "Winter Rose" by Rachel Anne Marks is a hauntingly beautiful coming of age story, reminiscent of "Winter’s Bone" by Daniel Woodrell. With lush prose and realistic characters, Marks crafts a tale that focuses on the difficult subjects of abandonment and poverty, and yet rises above these dark subjects through the use of magical realism and hope. A dark and haunting tale of a young girl trapped in Winter, longing to be free. When Rose and her sister are left to fend (ISBN:BC75V86). 2 quotes from Winter Rose: ‘I drag the body out into the snowdrifts, as far away from our shack as I can muster. ― Rachel A. Marks, Winter Rose. tags: burned.