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A Map of Days

Never have I doubted my soundness of mind as often as I did on that first night, when the bird-woman and her wards came to save me from the madhouse.

Killing Commendatore

Today when I awoke from a nap the faceless man was there before me.


I watched the eight-story apartment building on 161st, about half a block from Melrose Avenue.

The Kingfisher Secret

Petr Kliment held Kristína, his six-month-old granddaughter, on a patch of grass on the shore of the Jizera River.

Any Ordinary Day

The day that turns a life upside down usually starts like any other.

The Little Drummer Girl

It was the Bad Godesberg incident that gave the proof, though the German authorities had no earthly means of knowing this.

The Winters

Last night Rebekah tried to murder me again.

Love is Blind

Dear Amelia, There was an attempt to escape from the jail last night and a small riot ensued. Most unusual.


In September 1970, two sites squared off for the title of the center of the world: Piccadilly Circus, in London, and Dam Square, in Amsterdam.

Don't Stop Believin'

My favourite time of day is ‘magic hour’, when the sun takes a dive behind the craggy mountain ranges and the sky is painted a stunning purple-pink.

Bitter Orange

They must think I don’t have long left, because today they allow the vicar in.

The Children's House

Feed my lambs, Jesus said.

The Fox

No one saw them. No one heard them. They were not supposed to.

Juror No. 3

Balancing a tray loaded with dirty glassware, Darrien Summers dodged the masked men and women in evening dress as he made his way through the dining room.

Where the Crawdads Sing

The morning burned so August-hot, the marsh's moist breath hung the oaks and pines with fog.

Out of the Forest

When I was a little boy I had a recurring nightmare about a huge ball.

Trust No One

‘I hope you’ve got a stronger stomach.’

The House Across the Street

At the bang of a car door out in the street, Katy glanced out of the bedroom window.

Shadow Tyrants

The air reeked of smoke and burnt flesh.

The Boy at the Keyhole

The morning light was disappointing, spilling faintly across the stone floor and making very little of the shattered bowl or its contents.