I wouldn't like to find out my GP was messing about with black magic. It would be like discovering that your bank manager was also a stand-up comic.
His new life required no great change in the patterns of his behaviour. It was merely an adjustment. He had always known how to make himself invisible.
Yes, he wanted to do the right thing, but perhaps this time the right thing was something different.
The clouds of night opened like ink blossoming in water.
My father Bill had a problem with Christmas. Although he appears in old photographs to possess a whippy, muscular frame, he was actually a frail man and usually managed to cause some kind of drama jus...
Leave the thought, it will surface when it's ready
His unique skill had always been to absorb the talents and knowledge of others, use what he needed and discard the rest. He never allowed anyone to get to close. He kept the world at arm's length in o...
Absence doesn't make the heart grow fonder. It makes people think you're dead.
You can’t pour a pint of bitter into a cocktail glass.
Tremble had a secret. Underneath his dreary exterior, he was quite interesting. When his penchant for investigating the area's past was indulged, a light shown in his eyes and he became almost passion...
In 1939, London was the largest city in the world.
Artifice and reality, he thought, examining the photographs and drawings, they combine more easily than we realise. TV shows pretend to offer realism but they hide as much as they show. Fiction, on th...
She's out of her depth, pretty as porcelain and a lot more fragile.
Oh, I’m losing my marbles,’ said Bryant cheerfully. ‘I’ve gone totally East Ham. One stop short of Barking.
Like all dancers, so much of her body fat had been converted to muscle that she needed to eat regularly.
If any lesson from war is to be learned, John, it must be always to prepare for the unexpected and face the unthinkable.
The city survived in fragments, as though it had been painted on glass and the glass had shattered. He
Rage, rage!’ shouted Bryant, picking up his walking stick and waving it like a pirate cutlass. ‘Rage against the dying of the light!’ ‘Has he been at the sherry?’ Renfield looked nonplussed. ‘No,’ sai...
I suppose the worst thing isn't that there might be nothing after death, but that there might be nothing before it.
Our imperative to protect life should override all regulations set in place by passing politicians. Everyone needs a place they can call home. It should be as fundamental a right as freedom of speech.