Sublime

svelte

And Detective Inspector Hobbes knew then: the house had taken possession of him. The spirits of the family, the occupants. If he made his way back downstairs and peered out through the back door, the garden would be empty; and if he walked across the lawn and looked up at the third-floor window, the same woman would be there, looking down at him, w

tenebrous

To paraphrase the Urdu poet Allama Iqbal: don’t be frightened of these furious violent winds—they blow only to make you fly higher.

A blade of light from the cloud-streaked sun sliced through the barely breached curtains and fired a blood-red glint on a crowded shelf just beside the biscuit tin.