That line, a hook and a sinker. His words like a wrecking ball had come back at her like an old London Underground turnstile, smacked her...

Of that, I'm guilty. Influence of what, though? I'll tell you shortly. 'Take a read of this - great writing; great rhythm' Is what Mr...

Shit. Shiit. Shiiit. Her stomach regurgitated a bitter fluid to the back of her throat and left it there. Her body's temperature ran a...