It was much smaller than the spiral-bound book from his parents’ bedroom, and some of the pages weren’t even made of writing paper. Brown and thin and badly trimmed, they’d been salvaged from parcel wrapping or bags of greengrocers’ fruit. He tried not to bend the cardboard covers, for fear the w...
At the end of the street, Cath turned to the right, away from the Sawtry, and Danny to the left, away from the center of town, so they collided and stopped running, breathing hard. Cath’s right sock was soaked from splashing into a puddle, and now that she’d stopped running she saw that it was st...
