The Binding. Bridget Collins
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The Borough Press
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Published by HarperCollinsPublishers 2019
Copyright © Bridget Collins 2019
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This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
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Source ISBN: 9780008272111
Ebook Edition © JANUARY 2019 ISBN: 9780008272135
Version: 2018-12-03
‘The Binding is a dark chocolate slice of cake with a surprising, satisfying seam of raspberry running through it. It is a rich, gothic entertainment that explores what books have trapped in them and reminds us of the power of storytelling. Spellbinding’
Tracy Chevalier
‘Pure magic. The kind of immersive storytelling that makes you forget your own name. I wish I had written it’
Erin Kelly, author of He Said/She Said
‘The Binding held me captive from the start and refused to set me free. It is a beautifully crafted tale of dark magic and forbidden passion, where unspeakable cruelty is ultimately defeated by enduring love. Breathtaking!’
Ruth Hogan, author of The Keeper of Lost Things
‘An original concept, beautifully written. Collins’ prose is spellbinding’
Laura Purcell, author of The Silent Companions
‘Intriguing, thought-provoking and heartbreaking . . . what a gorgeous book’
Stella Duffy
‘What an astounding book . . . something entirely of its own. Brilliant concept, truly extraordinary writing and a killer plot’
Anna Mazzola, author of The Unseeing
For Nick
Contents
Copyright
Praise for The Binding
Dedication
Part One
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
Chapter IV
Chapter V
Chapter VI
Chapter VII
Chapter VIII
Chapter IX
Chapter X
Chapter XI
Part Two
Chapter XII
Chapter XIII
Chapter XIV
Chapter XV
Chapter XVI
Chapter XVII
Chapter XVIII
Chapter XIX
Part Three
Chapter XX
Chapter XXI
Chapter XXII
Chapter XXIII
Chapter XXIV
Chapter XXV
Chapter XXVI
Chapter XXVII
Chapter XXVIII
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Also by Bridget Collins
About the Publisher
When the letter came I was out in the fields, binding up my last sheaf of wheat with hands that were shaking so much I could hardly tie the knot. It was my fault we’d had to do it the old-fashioned way, and I’d be damned if I was going to give up now; I had battled through the heat of the afternoon, blinking away the patches of darkness that flickered at the sides of my vision, and now it was nightfall and I was almost finished. The others had left when the sun set, calling goodbyes over their shoulders, and I was glad. At least now I was alone I didn’t have to pretend I could work at the same pace as them. I kept going, trying not to think about how easy it would have been with the reaping machine. I’d been too ill to check the machinery – not that I remembered much, between the flashes of lucidity, the summer was nothing but echoes and ghosts and dark aching gaps – and no one else had thought to do it, either. Every day I stumbled on some chore that hadn’t been done; Pa had done his best, but he couldn’t do everything.