I know within thirty-three seconds of entering the front door that my home is empty and my husband and daughter are missing.
Carl said I was absolutely the right person for this job. I think he meant it. He didn’t actually say it was a job for a woman, but I could tell that’s what he thought.
The night they decided to leave London Bea had a dream. Dreams are like silent films; guns are fired without shots, people talk without voices.
Daisy Jones was born in 1951 and grew up in the Hollywood Hills of Los Angeles, California.
Caro pulled her jersey over her knees knowing she should just be sensible and have an early night.
The two men frowned at the map. It made little sense and one referred to the detailed instructions he’d taken good care to note down.
Even before stepping into the cottage, Gary knows that this is bad.
JOE AND I were in the back seat of a black sedan, cruising along a motorway from Amsterdam Airport Schiphol to the International Criminal Court in The Hague.
Wails of grief drifted over the city like a black aria. The mud brick dwellings burst with anguish, as the sorrow swirled into the night desert.
I am searching your face for remnants of the young man, the one who wrote of the cries of the holy Lammergeier as it feeds on the bones of the dead.
The two brothers darted back and forth across the wide thoroughfare, dodging carts, carriages and horse-trams.
By the time I pull my car into the garage, my hands are shaking on the wheel. I tell myself I have no reason to feel so nervous.
The day the earth shifts, a body emerges from the belly of the ice- crusted sea. Bone-white fingers waving, as if alive.
On Christmas Day 1996 a man was driving across the mountains on his way home from Oslo.
Nadia once told me that she was kept awake at night by the idea that she would read about the end of the world on a phone notification.
In the beginning we were a single pluripotent embryo that was so burst-full of genetic potential it considered becoming two embryos and then part way through this most delicate of processes, changed its mind.
All families are secret societies. Realms of intrigue and internal warfare, governed by their own rules, regulations, boundaries, frontiers. Rules which often make no sense to those outside its borders.
I have been a child and adolescent psychologist for more than three decades and there is no doubt that things are not going swimmingly in terms of young people’s mental health.
