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By David Szalay
That year they do Christmas in Du
THE salt air tugged at her hair, carrying the scent of seaweed. Donna had spent years building towards this, chasing figures in spreadsheets, negotiating contracts, dreaming of the day she and Ben wou
Keith screamed as he leapt out of the way. The wild-looking animal glared at him, gave a loud grunt and bared its sharp teeth. That was more than enough for Keith. Any ideas of bravery or overcoming h
I’M so glad we came. Isn’t Croatia wonderful?” Maria nodded, setting down her espresso cup and taking a bite of fritule – a fried pastry like a small doughnut, coated in icing sugar. She and her good
Her life was about to change forever, but was Niamh ready to take the plunge?
MAX swept his hair out of his eyes, but the wind blew it back again. He must get to the barber but he’d been so busy lately. It was a blustery day. The long grasses around him rippled like waves, and
RACHEL tilted the blinds open and smiled as the bright sunlight flooded into the room. It was one of those magical autumn days, when the deep blue sky and golden light suggested the lingering heat of