John Hepworth books

The Long Green Shore (2014)

We must rise—and never more reluctant from a lover’s bed. A red cross is drawn on a map and we must go there. The sky is grey and the jungle crouches, bland and waiting. The wet drips incessantly, implacably, imperturbably from the leaf—charting the passage of eternity. Pez and Janos crouch again...