Sublime

It had stirred embers of memory she had thought long dead. Things she had willed herself to forget.

He could not decide if she was beautiful in spite of her monstrosity, or because of it.

At eight o’clock, Uncle Mishak, the English dictionary in the pocket of his coat, set off up the hill to join the long queue of foreigners in Hampstead Town Hall who waited daily for news of relatives, for instructions, for permission to remain – and as he walked, a tiny compact figure stopping to examine a rose bush in a garden or address an unatt

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