In Walt’s yard, the buzz and dart of hummingbirds and the scuttle of lizards were the only sounds. Walt sat in a garden chair watching the shadows lengthen and the last of the light slide away. He hadn’t had a drink all day. He checked his pockets one last time. Passport—not in his own name, natu...
Her reluctance to speak was unfeigned. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "The Order is based on orthopraxy rather than orthodoxy," she said. "Woah," said Meera. "Small words. I'm from Brixton." "Orthodoxy means 'right teaching', orthopraxy means 'right practice'. Our founder had already...