“Tom thought back to the imposing, empty house: to the silence that deadened every room with a subtly different pitch; to the… — M.L. Stedman Copy Share Image
“As Tom wandered back to Mrs Mewett’s, he thought about the little relics at the lighthouse – Docherty’s knitting, his wife’s jar… — M.L. Stedman Copy Share Image
Nature allowed only the fit and the lucky to share this paradise-in-the-making. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
