and nodding, as in scorn, —Tennyson (1842): Godiva I reached my bower before the tears came. They coursed down my cheeks over my chin, down my neck. A torrent, a river, a stream, so fast I couldn’t halt the flow. I tasted them: tears of rage, tears of lust, and tears of pain that came deep from m...
Also perfect on packed or roast crayfish or on toast with grilled mushrooms. Ingredients: 250g salted butter 15g Fresh Black Truffle Directions: Bring a small amount of water to the boil in a pot then turn down to a simmer. Gently melt the butter in a bowl that fits neatly over the pot of simmeri...
The bell tinkled above her head. Gardening gloves clamped on her hips, Borrie stared at her as if she were fifteen years old and late home from school. ‘Where have you been?’ Dianella bit her lip. She hadn’t wanted to tell Borrie about going to Singapore, not wanting to get her hopes up about sav...