“I’ll be honest,” he puffs then tells his tale of resurrection.

We’d pretend that Olivia was my baby, giving her a doll’s soother to suck and pushing her around in one of its prams.

There is pain, and then there is that cold hand in mine, becoming warmer, like a kiss on the cheek.

“I can’t be pregnant, Father. Can you help me, Father?”

The wedding day arrives. Her brothers have kept watch all night, to see that she will not try to escape.

I ran down to greet her before anyone else.

A woman comes home full of a hundred thoughts.

Since the now widely reported discovery of Stile 13, speculation has grown as to why the gateway remained unseen for so long.

Colman McIlraith was nicknamed Hobbes not because he lectured in History or Political Science.

Martina’s hands tremored against the buffering wind.