His father had chosen to act, to make a move in the game. Where would this end? Fretting about it would not help: Swiftarrow emptied his mind, becoming one with the trees, one with the mist. Leaving the world of men behind – the sound of many footsteps and soft voices – he travelled the Way, soar...
When Jono, Sammy, Bethany and I all parted in the park on Sunday afternoon in the rain, we even had a group hug. God, it had been good. We were all high with delight. Bethany smiled at Jono and Sammy, wheeling her bike. I was amazed it hadn’t been nicked, locked up at the station all weekend. “Th...
Lissy was silent in the seat beside me, a red mark on her face. Her skin was bone white and pale, streaked with tears, about Connie or because I’d hit her, I didn’t know. I felt bad about the slap and I didn’t need that irritating kid of Nick’s preaching at me about it either. But Lissy couldn’t ...
Early-summer evening light shafted down through gaps in the green canopy of leaves and branches, but I couldn’t hear a single bird in the trees. At this time of year the woods around the Reach were normally echoing with birdsong, cuckoos calling and calling, such murdering careless birds, shoving...