A slice of life

Don’t write what you know; write what you love. Writing my first novel, Lady MacBethad, was like the bursting of a pipe. The words gushed out of me, and the story flew onto the page with a kind of fre

BUT surely nobody really truly cares?” Millicent Brewster asked. Her long eyelashes gently rose and fell as she blinked innocently at Madame. Kirsty knew that Millicent had never been on a course like

THE clamour of seagulls woke Frances. For a moment, she was disorientated. Not so much in place – she knew this bedroom well – as in time. She had the odd feeling that none of the last 30-odd years ha

IT had been a long, hard drive. Frances had left early, hoping to get away before the rush hour – only to discover that the rush hour started earlier still. She stopped for a break further south than

HEADWORDS SHAKESPEARE’S CLASSICAL MYTHOLOGY A dictionary JANICE ...

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