Shaking the globe

The Dream Factory: London’s First Playhouse and the ...

Iris climbed down from the donkey cart that had given her a lift from Penzance station, being careful not to ladder her best stockings, and walked up the narrow lane to Nantolven Farm. There was no si

SHAZ looked at herself in the mirror before jamming on her hat and picking up her bag containing her essentials for the day. She was now ready to enter the fray. She hurried down to the hotel lobby, s

TRICKS LITERARY ILLUSIONS Performance magic and Victorian ...

WHEN we left England, it was teeming with rain; here in Umbria, the heat is so fierce it could render you senseless. Especially if you’re marooned with a flat tyre on a little winding road somewhere o

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