“Mirabelle? Mirabelle Bevan? Well, I’ll be blowed!” Mirabelle started, almost spilling her drink. It took her a moment to realize who the… — Sara Sheridan Copy Share Image
“Mirabelle always ate her lunch on Brighton beach if the weather was in any way passable, but out of sheer principle she… — Sara Sheridan Copy Share Image
“Lately Mirabelle had reflected wistfully if people even noticed her – a smartly dressed woman who came and went along the Promenade,… — Sara Sheridan Copy Share Image
Everyone assumes writers spend their time lounging around, writing and occasionally striking a pose whilst having a think. — Sara Sheridan Copy Share Image
“Kissing her is like drinking salted water, he thinks. His thirst only increases.” — Sara Sheridan Copy Share Image
Those who have not been stung will hardly fear a bee the same as those who have. — Sara Sheridan Copy Share Image
“We are in the middle of the biggest revolution in reading and writing since the advent of the Gutenberg press.” — Sara Sheridan Copy Share Image
The sky was a sparkling succession of black diamonds on black velvet made crystal clear by the blackout. — Sara Sheridan Copy Share Image
History is full of blank spaces, but good stories, invariably, are not. — Sara Sheridan Copy Share Image
“The mass communications that could enable our politics for good have instead turned it into a bland conglomeration of stinted opinion cloaked in the… — Sara Sheridan Copy Share Image
I've found myself moved by letters and diaries in archives as well as trashy, summer blockbusters. It's possible to make a connection with any… — Sara Sheridan Copy Share Image
As an historical novelist - there are few jobs more retrospective. I dumped science at an early age. — Sara Sheridan Copy Share Image
“Crime writers, I've noticed, can be jumpy. They live in a world where there are murderers on the loose and they haven't been caught… — Sara Sheridan Copy Share Image
