Last week things had been different. Of course, last week Bridgepin had been a solid thirty-three years younger, and not…
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There she was, fuming skeletal menace: Daisy Wheelwright, The Current Death. “Daisy, so great to see you. Is it that…
I am Arthur Wingsmith, and I have no idea. This has come as a shock. I’d always believed that ideas…
‘I don’t normally do this’, is a terrible first sentence. A better first sentence would be: ‘I like to think…
A hunter’s super moon. Strange to see one here. Mamma Universe was sure that it had been full sunshine only…
The orchard was syrupy with perfume. An exotic, sweet smell, that seemed as though it had turned the atmosphere viscous.…
“Haldrick looks a bit under the weather, don’t you think?” Finley smiled. He hoped it was a pleasant smile, and…