Story

Chapter Nine. The Lecture. Amanderella took a seat along the side wall. The hall wasn’t crowded, but it wasn’t empty either. About a dozen people had...

Working on a literary novel vaguely inspired by Diane Schuler, who was a seemingly normal suburban Mom who drunk-drove with her kids the wrong way down the highway and killed them all; she had hidden longstanding alcoholism from her family for years. I was inspired by that kind of self delusion to write a similar long form story.

‘Look,’ Roz gazed across the road in disbelief, ‘someone’s moving into Old Walls.’ Simon glanced up from his Ipad, his eyes sharpening as his mind...

Chapter 7. Into danger. The manor’s receiving room was dimly lit, its velvet curtains drawn tight against the afternoon sun. Wilgan stood near the...