There was no fanfare attached to these transitions, nothing to signal a new chapter save a sudden play in his eyes, a tiny light going on or off. Anna seemed always a lingering presence in everything he said, a ghost that followed him no matter where he went. Or was he following the ghost, shifti...
Reed. For with the boat now finished, I saw him only occasionally, either in his classroom or at a distance, a figure who seemed perpetually in flight, walking rapidly down a far corridor or turning the corner of Myrtle Street, silent, harried, like someone running beneath the lash of invisible w...
He’d not planned to stop anywhere en route to Titus, but during the last few minutes Dunlap’s directions had begun to blur. He needed to get his bearings, make sure he was headed in the right direction.Through the fetid smoke trapped inside the car, he watched as the attendant lumbered forward, r...
They wore black slicks, rubber boots and hard hats, and as they huddled together in small groups beside their gleaming red trucks, they reminded Ben of the swarms of crows that had plagued his grandfather’s cornfields – nervous, squawky, their heads continually jerking left and right, always read...
All these stories show their authors to be masters of their craft.”Ian Rankin Praise for Thomas H. Cook ‘Thomas H. Cook writes with uncommon elegance, intelligence and emotional insight.’The Times ‘Sandrine is a heart-breaking, heart-stopping love story as well as a taut, gripping courtroom drama...
Porterfield’s initial report lay inside, along with Archie’s confession and Gloria’s statement.The first thing I noticed as I read through the file was that there’d been no call summoning Wallace Porter-field to the Kellogg house that night. He’d simply descended upon it from out of the snowy dar...
Who, after all, could have more keenly intuited my dark desires, nor had a better motive to lay a trap for me should I act upon them. Had she seen in my soulless book its soulless author, surmised that I was indeed a sociopath capable of ridding myself of a woman who would with each passing day b...