Compass of Dreams

Compass of Dreams — page 7
Then again Reverend Prospero wasn't completely aware of his own strength At almost six feet six inches tall he was the kind of man you wouldn't argue with His wild eyes and loud voice didn't encourage dissent either Come on Patches I told my dog He immediately bounded after us The person we were going to see Jules was the real mailman in Applecross the one I'd been covering for We delivered letters to all the farms on the mainland and sometimes even on the islands Often the addresses were wrong which meant I'd have to bike all the way to the other side of the bay to deliver them Except for the locals the world didn't seem to have the slightest idea where Applecross was I can't blame them though Applecross is a small village in the northern part of Scotland There is just one road that leads to us and on that road there's a sign that reads Watch out danger ahead Do not drive on this road if