Blessed Is the Road On Which You Are Travelling Today by...

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You had never heard of the word until an hour ago, but already your designers are as familiar with the concept as they are...

The Golden Hour by Frances Gapper

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That afternoon was a particularly trying one for Mary. Having changed her mother’s incontinence pad and left her on the sofa watching ‘Homes under...

Flowers by Mark Godfrey

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She communicates through flowers. Daffodils are for happiness, carnations for sadness, snowdrops mean hope and tulips stand for strength. She saves dahlias for saints’...

A Glamorous Life by Karl Manders

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IN THE SUMMER, while their shells are still a pale colour, you may eat the white kernels of unripe hazel nuts. You extract their...

A Discrete Disclosure by Desmond King

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Frank’s Englishness was all about him for he dressed in country wear:  tweed sports jackets, check shirts, Burberry rain macs, and a perpetual woollen...

The Soviet Prom by Neil Herrington

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  Wednesday, 21 August 1968   The moment you and Slava enter the dining room, he throws himself on the first person he sees, kisses both of...

Child of Vengeance by David Kirk

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Excerpt from Chapter One The battle was over, but still Kazuteru ran. He had duty to fulfil. The young samurai ignored the howling of his...

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