Winter Is Past

Anne Weale

During five lonely years, Alex’s great wish had been to return to her father and keep house for him in the Malayan bungalow that was home to her. Now she was there . . . but he was dead, ambushed by terrorists, and the only link between her past and her future seemed to be a taciturn, rather forbidding, yet somehow attractive stranger - a stranger, moreover, who would probably not have much use for her. Anne Weale has captured the beauty and promise, the drama and terror, of modern Malaya in this distinctive first novel.