“Scrawled in the album’s white space, in an angry deeply-pushed biro that indented even the next page, were some words paraphrased from Tennyson’s Locksley Hall: I’m mad. She bears but bitter fruit. She never loved me. Love is love forever… — Karl Drinkwater Copy Share Image
“She wandered almost at random, zigzagging streets, following a canal for a bit, stopping to admire the towering red brick buildings that channelled her… — Karl Drinkwater Copy Share Image
“Maybe he could get used to this ‘being a superhero’ thing. The Ginger Avenger.” — Karl Drinkwater Copy Share Image
“Scrawled in the album’s white space, in an angry deeply-pushed biro that indented even the next page, were some words paraphrased from Tennyson’s Locksley… — Karl Drinkwater Copy Share Image
“He felt that he perceived the shape within, just for a second. She had hope. It spread; he could almost witness electrons moving through… — Karl Drinkwater Copy Share Image
“We all have a black box inside us, and maybe one day another being vastly more powerful than we are will open it and… — Karl Drinkwater Copy Share Image
“Sad-looking brown eyes, they wrenched his heart like a gut punch. Worse – hell, worse – a bloke could punch him in the head… — Karl Drinkwater Copy Share Image
“Command isn’t just giving orders. It’s knowing the minds of those below you,” — Karl Drinkwater Copy Share Image
“Alex decided the stakes were high enough to justify one of his advanced psychological theories. He knew all women liked cats. People liked things… — Karl Drinkwater Copy Share Image
“These rare mini mind-blanks always seemed to occur when he needed perking up, creative jolts as if his brain had temporarily overclocked its processor… — Karl Drinkwater Copy Share Image
“Natalie was one of the confident skaters weaving in and out of bodies, natural movement that succeeded because there wasn’t too much thought put… — Karl Drinkwater Copy Share Image
“Maybe we should go on a holiday. What do you think? Can we go on a holiday next summer? Go away together? Greece, like… — Karl Drinkwater Copy Share Image
“He wondered where his mind had wandered this time, what life it had lived as a trail of neurons sped through networks of possibilities… — Karl Drinkwater Copy Share Image
