Marley was dead: to begin with.

Cora watches as the letters form, each one emerging like some magical and extraordinary thing from the nib of the registrar’s pen as it moves across the page.

Cora watches as the letters form, each one emerging like some magical and extraordinary thing from the nib of the registrar’s pen as it moves across the page.

In October there were yellow trees.

In an ideal world, I would be spending my fortieth birthday in a bar overlooking Bondi Beach, a beer in my left hand, a woman I love by my right, while friends tease me about my receding hairline.

When I was 12 years old, I was buried alive within the ground of a construction site.

Maybe it was that Cyrus had done the wrong drugs in the right order, or the right drugs in the wrong order, but when God finally spoke back to him after 27 years of silence, what Cyrus wanted more than anything else was a do-over.

I dreamed that I dreamed about the musty grey soil of the island and the sweet perfume it emits after rainfall, a double remove from a place I will never visit again.

The first thing I do when I arrive on the island is changed my name.

Sorry to trouble you was how the note began, which is such a great opener.

He wasn’t much to look at.

A grove of bamboo trees, thick in their numbers, and dark clusters of thin, hardy cane, growing in clumps, creating circular spaces between them, hollowed out by God.

Eight hours into his surveillance detention route Sam’s grip on the steering wheel loosened and his pulse began to slow.

Because he had enjoyed almost every advantage since birth, one of the few privileges denied to Benjamin Rask was that of a heroic rise: his was not a story of resilience and perseverance or the tale of an unbreakable will forging a golden destiny for itself out of little more than dross.

Aside from the fact that they are brothers, Peter and Ivan Koubek seem to have little in common.

In Argus, North Dakota, a fraught wedding is taking place.

Oh damn 💪🏼🤩