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“It’s the truth! I wish we could have fun sometimes.”

Bessie glared at Rebecca in shock. “But wishing is wicked! And fun is nothing but a snare set by the devil.”

“Why do things that are …

The occupiers had terrorised the islanders until they abandoned resistance, yet simmering resentment left them reluctant to cooperate. So when I washed ashore with my waterlogged crew, they ign…

Stan descended the rocky pass into the valley. The efforts of the villagers to dissuade him had only made him more curious. All he could learn was the fact there had been a deadly feud between …

When Josephine woke her breath caught, her skin burned, and her head pounded. The plague had stolen upon her in the night, and now she lacked the concentration to expel it. She felt trapped. De…

Now, I was desperate. Waiting while the breeze whispered among the leaves, I suspected I was crazy. A distant fox barked. My eyes imagined movement in the shadows, seeing figures where none stood.

I’m sorry if this depresses anyone, but at least now you’ve been warned.

He spotted her flaming red hair. Hips swaying, she descended to the edge of the canal.

Mist was rising from the fens, faint tendrils twisting, curling, folding into fog. The lights of the village huddled on a small knoll faded and disappeared. Gordon had seen many foggy evenings …

The train wheezed and creaked to a halt. Michael stood and moved along with the others to the platform. Men surged towards the gate, and he followed them. As the first few returning soldiers st…

Audrey waited until dinner was nearly over, allowing her father time to relax. She’d made baked macaroni and cheese, one of his favourites. “Dad? Could we go to Oyster Beach again, like we did …