THE PART BEFORE The voice didn’t speak then, but my mind was unquiet. You get that word in old gothic novels, don’t you? Unquiet ghosts and so on. That was my mind that night. My thoughts just raced around, like ghosts in a haunted house, unstoppable. What if your dad dies because of you? How s...
I HEARD her, I think. I heard her, when I was in the Dreaming. Calling through the door. How is that possible? But then I suppose if she was shouting loud enough, I WOULD hear. I mean, I have 10 per cent hearing. She must have been shouting loud. She must have been worried. Mom takes a step back ...
Taro nodded. “So it would seem.” “And that means that when Little Kawabata comes back, you’ll be waiting for him.” Now Taro grinned. “Oh, yes. I have an idea about that.” Obeying Taro’s instructions, Heiko stood by the door inside the hut, while Taro slipped outside. He had explained to her what ...
Looking down the slope, he could see the winding stone steps, lined on either side with prayer wheels. There was a stiff wind, and as it blew the wheels turned, creaking, on their hinges – sending out useless prayers to a bodhisattva of compassion who was evidently not listening. Ash danced in th...
I can hear my heart – boom, boom, boom – it’s like one of the beats that Biggie used to rap to. I can hear my breathing, too; it’s loud and shallow. I don’t want to die in the darkness, so I start to cry, but then I think I shouldn’t cry cos it’s a waste of water. But I’m ...
We must have been in Somali waters a week, at least. I was trying to leave the cinema room after sunset. We had just had soup, made by Felipe using tins from the stores, and toasted bread from the freezer. The pirates had taken a lot of our tins, though, to go with their pasta, and I knew we were...