Life can lead you to the most unexpected places. In this book, you will read about the extraordinary rescue that Harry and I participated in over a number of tumultuous days in July 2018.
The Moscow Maestro is wearing a nanny goat around his neck like a scarf.
‘Just go back to where you came from.’
Thea’s scream rips through the clearing, startling the birds from the trees in a flurry of flapping wings.
It was 2100 hours, with night drawn in.
A lone figure sits astride their surfboard, like a rider on a horse, calmly balanced, scanning the horizon, searching the vast blue undulations for telltale signs of an approaching swell.
It wasn’t the happiest of beginnings. Tilly tried to pretend it would be okay . . .
Even in the summertime the sea here glistens a chill, leaden blue, the late afternoon shadows darkening the water.
Henry Appleby shook his head and flapped the page with disgust, reaching for his glass of ale nearby.
I was twenty-four when Christian was born, much younger than I’d ever expected to become a father.
Alone in the quiet of Wish & Co after closing time, Marnie Fairchild decided to give it a try.
Ah Ma said she could tell if the mooncakes she was making that year for the Mid-Autumn Festival would be perfect or not just by the feel of the yolk.
Ava dropped the flowers on Elsie’s grave as if they were newly lit fireworks.
‘Salute,’ said Sophie to her opponent.
“Not frogs again,” said twelve-year-old Willa Birdwhistle as a large green-and-purple frog landed — splat — on her head.
Before Mazer invented himself as Mazer, he was Samson Mazer, and before he was Samson Mazer, he was Samson Masur...
Six twangy notes of guitar were all it took for every man in a hundred-metre radius to unbuckle his belt, drop his pants and do a dumb dance in his undies.
Alice Kent turned up the volume on her car radio as Eric Clapton, playing her favourite number, ‘Layla’, came on.