“I turned round and round in the middle of the road—a broken toy—my wellies clop-clopping over the white line, and the creaking hinges of the pub sign goading me. My mind strobed with thoughts of a man’s face pressed into… — Jo Furniss Copy Share Image
“He imagined the room bathed in blood, himself striding through it, a raven amongst the carcasses. Strutting like any carrion king.” — Nathan Ballingrud Copy Share Image
