Christmas with the queen

THIS is a Scottish book, through and through. ...

At a literary festival in the sleepy town of Hoslewit, gruesome events are about to unfold. Writer Jane Hepburn is hoping to make it big at the Killer Lines Crime Festival by networking with all the r

PAM glanced up at the clock on the far wall of the classroom. Just half an hour to go until the summer holidays began. Six blissful pupil-free weeks, to be spent mostly gardening and binge watching pe

MUM?” Becky said. “When did you know Dad was the man for you?” “What? Pretty early, I think,” Frances replied, taken aback. “It’s so far in the past, I can’t remember.” “It’s important. Try and think

back in may, after winter and the slow creep of early spring, I took myself along a disused railway line near Lewes, Sussex, to be consumed by the month’s riot. This barely used path was somewhat over

POSTERS for a touring circus blossomed in shop windows, and on any vacant stretch of boarding. Some were pasted on top of other posters, from many seasons ago. They were a snowstorm of colour to catch