I was increasingly both horrified and sceptical about these memories – I had no recall of these things at all, though I couldn’t imagine why I’d want to make it all up either. It felt...

Since i couldn’t remember the “real” first time i’d lost my virginity, this would have become my de facto first time. I wanted a better story then: I did it with this boy who i...

But hope, I can tell you, is an exhausting emotion; perhaps, along with fear, the most exhausting of all. It is like juggling eggs: the hope is the shell, and inside is despair. A single...

To the poor memories of drunks,’ she said. ‘To all the lovely nights forever lost.

He found her utterly fascinating, a nameless, homeless, naked vampire, sleeping away the day in his bed, wanted by state and federal police.