Bone Ash Sky

Bone Ash Sky

Katerina Cosgrove

Language: English

Pages: 400

ISBN: 1742705855

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


When Anoush Pakradounian steps off a boat and feels the Levantine heat on her cheek like a caress, she thinks she knows what she has come to Beirut to do: bear witness to her long dead father's trial for war crimes, and discover the truth behind years of

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became tiresome after a while. An older woman stood her ground and screamed. ‘Animals! Filthy swine!’ She was crying from rage, not fear. ‘You’re worse than the Israelis. I spit on your mothers’ graves.’ He watched one of his men drag her away. He was feeling better now, detached again. Must have been the cigarette. He strode down the main road of the camp, into streets where the killing hadn’t started yet. Phlegmatic now, seemingly unconcerned. He lit another cigarette, forced himself to

sentence once spoken will open a chasm between us that can’t be forded again. So I’m quiet, letting him finish the bottle of wine, take my hand and lead me to the car. Our driver is happy too, singing ballads under his breath as he drives. Along the highway huge posters of sheiks and mullahs, holy martyrs, contemporary, smiling, raise their hands in benediction at the buses and cars and trucks filled with women and children and farm animals. The closer we come to Ba’albek the bigger and shinier

women. But one could never be sure, Mamma said. So Lilit was banished to the storeroom for more and more hours each day, and Minas was ordered not to play outside with his friends from school. Most of them had joined the resistance, anyway. Soon no one ventured out of the house unless there was no other alternative. Although Minas was considered small for his age, Mamma was afraid he would be abducted by the Turks for conscription in road gangs or labour camps, or even worse. School closed and

drank her own glass down, looking at him over the rim. When the bombardment ended they walked out into the heat of a morning tinged with the smell of burnt hair, ash, cordite. ‘That was the longest we’ve had,’ Issa said. ‘We’re helpless,’ Sanaya murmured. ‘What did you say?’ ‘There’s no use fighting, Issa. They’re too powerful for us.’ ‘Take those words back. It’s a sin.’ ‘I don’t see you out there with your fellow fighters.’ ‘Part of my duty is to protect my dead brother’s wife and

both watched it puddle at her feet. It seemed to take forever. She lay down beside him, stretching out the full length of her body on the bed. In her head the shame and hurt and violence of the other man receded, paled into insignificance beside the tender breathing of Suleiman beside her, a musical breath whose rise and fall and expectation she could feel pass from his body to hers. She turned toward him and loosened the grip of his hand from her wrist, guiding his arms around her. ‘Yervan,’

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