Inside Laura's head, Deidre spoke. The trouble with you, Laura, she said, is that you make bad choices.
Running. They had to keep running. The night was dark, the cold so bitter that it pierced straight through to their bones, but still, they couldn’t stop. Not when death itself chased their heels.
In her mind and heart, Jessica found herself at the bottom of an abyss.
If you had told me thirty years ago that I would be moved to write a book in my fifty-fifth year about farming, I would have said you were barking mad.
On Friday afternoons Flo Honeywood, wife of the eminent master builder Burley Honeywood, was required to go forth
The October wind twirled coffee-coloured willy-willies south across the Queensland border.
Standing on the edge of the cliff, Grace Elliott turned her face to the sky.
For a squire of noted charm and alleged cleverness, Reeve of Norwood is displaying neither of those traits today.
In 2009 – 4 years after it was published – I read Ray Kurzweil’s The Singularity Is Near.
In a waiting room at St Mary’s Hospital, Paddington, George Cleverley sits quietly, looking at his five-year-old son
We are told not to judge the surface of things – that the truth lies deeper – and yet we judge surfaces all the time.
I have a quote written on the walls at my gym, Spudds, that I refer to all the time. Don’t let fear hold you back.
One does not have be a combat soldier, or visit a refugee camp in Syria or the Congo to encounter trauma.
An old man, his arm around a woman, smiles from a photograph at the top of my computer screen.
