The Sirens: The highly anticipated second novel from the bestselling author of WEYWARD

like one day I’d stopped being a child and hadn’t even noticed.

There had been an air ambulance, and then long, fluorescent-lit weeks in the hospital, when none of them saw the sun for days at a

Her hunger for the world and all its workings was never sated.

A violent tearing, like the rending of time itself.

She allows herself a burst of pride at the completed painting, as if a part of her already knows it will be a very long time before she holds a brush in her hand again.

An op-ed from the time blamed increasing numbers of women in the workplace for the rise of the ‘callous mother’, despite the fact that Wilson was a home-maker

Six months ago, Jess moved to Comber Bay. She read about the shipwreck and was inspired to paint its victims. When Lucy arrived in search of Jess, her graphic paintings gave her nightmares. But that’s not what happened. Lucy’s first dream about the Naiad was two nights ago, at the motel – before she’d seen her sister’s painting. How is that possibl

Perhaps that’s why the dream seems closer, a room she’s only just stepped out of. Each time, she remembers more and more, as if that other world is lapping at her heels.

Mary had not looked away. She had borne witness. It seemed the least she could do.