Strange customs

PAPA! Papa, come on!” Small fingers pull at Will’s hand. He looks down at his four-year-old daughter. She is heading towards the cottage, intent on getting home to her mother. “Go ahead, Mercy,” Will

LATE one night, when all customers had left the Mermaid Tavern, Morwenna was washing the used tankards. There hadn’t been that many customers that night, which was often a sign that people were engage

MORWENNA stood motionless, the gusting wind buffeting her. The music she could hear came in snatches, brought to her on the waves of the wind. There was a pale moon. If she got to the headland, she mi

MATHEW EMERSON sat idly at his desk, wondering not for the first time how he would pay his bills if no work came along. He heard footsteps on the wooden staircase outside and saw a shadow through the

MORWENNA MAGUIRE stood on the cliffs overlooking Black Rock Bay, her cloak pulled closely about her. It was perhaps two o’ clock in the morning, a time when all decent law-abiding folk should be tucke

VERITY LEDGER was shopping in Deal. She had bought some embroidery silks for her mother and some scarlet ribbon she thought would look quite striking in her hair. She was sure Thomas Doyle would appre