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       Copyright

      HarperCollinsPublishers

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      London SE1 9GF

       www.harpercollins.co.uk

      First published by HarperCollinsPublishers 2016

      Copyright © Dolores Redondo 2013

      Translation copyright © Nick Caistor and Lorenza García 2016

      Cover design by Holly Macdonald © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2018

      Cover photographs © Shutterstock.com

      Dolores Redondo asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work

      Originally published in 2013 by Ediciones Destino,

      Spain, as Legado en los huesos

      A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library

      This is entirely a work of fiction. Any references to real people, living or dead, real events, businesses, organizations and localities are intended only to give the fiction a sense of reality and authenticity. All names, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and their resemblance, if any, to real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental.

      All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on-screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, down-loaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins e-books

      Ebook Edition © AUGUST 2016 ISBN: 9780008165604

      Version: 2018-10-26

       Dedication

       For Eduardo, every word.

       Epigraph

      Has this fellow no feeling of his business?

      He sings at grave-making.

      William Shakespeare

      Often the sepulchre encloses, unawares,

      Two hearts in the same coffin.

      Alphonse De Lamartine

      Pain when inside is stronger

      It isn’t eased by sharing.

      Alejandro Sanz, ‘Si Hay Dios

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

      Copyright

      Dedication

      Epigraph

      Itxusuria

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

       Chapter 11

       Chapter 12

       Chapter 13

       Chapter 14

       Chapter 15

       Chapter 16

       Chapter 17

       Chapter 18

       Chapter 19

       Chapter 20

       Chapter 21

       Chapter 22

       Chapter 23

       Chapter 24

       Chapter 25

       Chapter 26

       Chapter 27

       Chapter 28

       Chapter 29

       Chapter 30

       Chapter 31

       Chapter 32

       Chapter 33

       Chapter 34

       Chapter 35

       Chapter 36

       Chapter 37

       Chapter 38

       Chapter 39

       Chapter 40

       Chapter 41

       Chapter 42

       Footnotes

       Glossary

       Acknowledgements

       Exclusive extract from Offering to the Storm

       If you enjoyed The Legacy of the Bones, read the first book in the Baztan trilogy …

       About the Author

       By the Same Author

       About the Publisher

       Itxusuria

      Following the line traced by rainwater dripping from the eaves, the grave was easy to find. The figure knelt, fumbling among its clothes for a trowel and a small pick to scrape off the hard surface of the dark soil. It crumbled into soft, moist clods that gave off a rich smell of wood and moss.

      A careful scraping of a few centimetres revealed blackened shreds of decayed cloth mixed with the earth.

      The figure tugged away the cloth, still recognisable as a cot blanket, to reveal the oilskin enshrouding the body. Only fragments of the rope securing the bundle remained; where it had been pulled tight a deep mark was left on the canvas. Pushing aside the shreds of rope, the figure groped blindly for the edge of the cloth, and could


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