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.
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.
Petr Kliment held Kristína, his six-month-old granddaughter, on a patch of grass on the shore of the Jizera River.
The day that turns a life upside down usually starts like any other.
It was the Bad Godesberg incident that gave the proof, though the German authorities had no earthly means of knowing this.
Last night Rebekah tried to murder me again.
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.
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.
They must think I don’t have long left, because today they allow the vicar in.
Feed my lambs, Jesus said.
No one saw them. No one heard them. They were not supposed to.
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.
The morning burned so August-hot, the marsh's moist breath hung the oaks and pines with fog.
When I was a little boy I had a recurring nightmare about a huge ball.
‘I hope you’ve got a stronger stomach.’
At the bang of a car door out in the street, Katy glanced out of the bedroom window.
The air reeked of smoke and burnt flesh.
The morning light was disappointing, spilling faintly across the stone floor and making very little of the shattered bowl or its contents.