I looked at Jenny, remembering her in her crib, the way her fingers played in mine, the way her cheek lay hot on my skin. I wished I had the power to give her safe passage through this life, but truth is, it would have taken a real witch to do that
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novel contest in 2020, a Robert Louis Stevenson Fellowship in 2015, a spot as Cove
israhaybe965has quotedlast month
Redundancy hit her hard.
pushpajais5678has quoted6 days ago
She won first place in the Fresh Ink novel contest in 2020, a Robert Louis Stevenson Fellowship in 2015, a spot as Cove Park’s Emerging Scottish Writer in 2016 and a Scottish Book Trust New Writers Award in 2013.
Zhaoying Zenghas quoted4 days ago
She’s in the mood for a quick and comforting dinner, pasta with capers and olive oil. Adrian prefers something more substantial. There are beef strips in the fridge. She’s been avoiding them to spare a tooth recently turned tender. The meat is about to pass its sell-by date and
Валентинhas quoted9 months ago
Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.’
MARY SHELLEY
nyxhas quoted9 months ago
plifying the voices of underrepresented writers. She now lives in County Durham with her daughter, Molly, and a host of four-legged family members
alyzza judihas quoted8 months ago
It boiled and it raged until the rocks wept and the dawn cursed
alyzza judihas quoted8 months ago
He hadn’t believed them on his first crossing, but now . . . now there could be no other explanation.
‘This is the work of witches.’
souvannapha09has quoted7 months ago
It was 1982 (although it could have been ’81). I was five years old,