The locked door

Oh, you want to hear about fairy-tale retellings? You want to know the secret of why I write them? Is that it? Fine. Come a little closer. These aren’t some enchanted beans I’m selling, this is the re

Thanks for coming in today, Bea,” said Jason, the commissioning editor at Bluestone Press, where Bea was interviewing for yet another assistant job. “We’ll be in touch.” “Okay, great,” replied Bea, fo

It was still dark when all the bells of Rome began to toll. Their chorus calling on the populace to wake, to pray, to work. Maddalena Viscuso looked back and saw a dawning strip which pushed against t

THE train was slowing. Augustine Brown looked again at the letter in her hand. Exciting news! her sister Cordelia had written. “An unexpected guest at the hotel: Maria Mironova. Exciting news indeed.

Finally reaching the island, Beth realised something was very wrong

NICOLA had been dreaming of this moment for so long – it was important to savour it. Sitting at her writing desk by the window of her newly decorated study, previously a box room, nothing stood in the