Spit Delaney’s Island is Vancouver Island, and its settings – the lush green forests, the pulp mills, the all-encompassing sea, and the ferries crossing to the mainland – permeate this stunning collection of short fiction. Opening and closing with stories about Spit Delaney himself, the operator ...
She was, or said she was, appalled. “This is far more dangerous than a mail-order bride! A family of lunatics could’ve decided to get themselves a servant for the dirty jobs they don’t want to do for themselves. They’d lock you up at night so you couldn’t escape.” While tidying up a shelf of cann...
His old gas station is nearly hidden now behind the firs he’s let grow up along the road, and he doesn’t bother to whitewash the scalloped row of half-tires someone planted once instead of fence. And rushing by on the Island highway today, heading north or south, there’s little chance that anyone...
Arvo resisted the urge to ask who he’d be keeping it from? Who did he think would not only want to stay in a place like this but would insist on having the room with its view of that giant pile of dead trees and tangled roots?At first he thought that being surprised and upset had caused him to fo...