Sington, Philip books

The Valley of Unknowing

It’s me.’ Theresa’s voice was faint and distant, masked by pings and rattles and a swelling ocean of hiss, as if she were calling from another world. ‘Hello, you.’ ‘Darling.’ Darling was a first from Theresa, a little touch of theatre. ‘Where are you?’ ‘Berlin. East Berlin. I just got in this aft...