“He saw with sudden awful clarity that if he turned tail now and if, by some appalling miracle, she should survive, he'd never hear the end of it. She'd latch onto his flawed character and hold it up for relentless… — Helen Hodgman Copy Share Image
“He saw with sudden awful clarity that if he turned tail now and if, by some appalling miracle, she should survive, he'd never hear… — Helen Hodgman Copy Share Image
“She wrote sniffing back the tears that flowed over the version of things that her unconscious insisted on sicking up.” — Helen Hodgman Copy Share Image
“The sun was up - stuck like half a tinned apricot on a sky awash with all the colours of a fading bruise. Down… — Helen Hodgman Copy Share Image
“Jack amused himself by visualising her head creaking open on hinges concealed by her tartan Alice band, and releasing all the furry folk with… — Helen Hodgman Copy Share Image
“Life's so simple, thought Jill, if only you can strike the right note. All it needed was a little give-and-take. She'd often said so.” — Helen Hodgman Copy Share Image
“Jack and Jill slept, wrapped in each other's arms, untroubled by any dream in their cocoon of freshly discovered wrinkly passion.” — Helen Hodgman Copy Share Image
She had six months at most left to live. She had cancer, she hissed. A filthy growth eating her insides away. There was an… — Helen Hodgman Copy Share Image
Off with the old and on with the new and never a second's thought between. — Helen Hodgman Copy Share Image
“He was dazed, the soft thoughts sinking slowly in. A son. Even a daughter. His child. Immortality. A chance to make good. Pass on… — Helen Hodgman Copy Share Image
“She usually worked at night, claiming that the racket he made about the house distracted her during the day; she needed silence, total silence,… — Helen Hodgman Copy Share Image
