A silence absorbed them both – a lack of sound so potent it blackened the place with something richer than hate.

To Katie, it was as lonely and secret as any building could be; its size and grandeur meant less to her. She didn’t know or care when the place had been built or by whom,...

So deep is the conflict, I believe I cannot breathe for all the doubt, guilt and sorrow my sister is pushing into me as her hand presses harder upon my sore breastplate and her fingers...

Katie quickly learned the best way is to see another world entirely.

Something Simon composed years ago is playing on someone else’s personal headphones; it’s a man sat opposite him in the waiting room. He believes the man is destroying his piece by reading a car magazine...

Our light will be their death.

Bea stared at the pencils as if they were enemies.

I lose it when I can’t write. I feel sad and confused and fucked off.

Pain is usually all on the surface, but this terror is internal; not just a hurt, but a new language of feeling.

Motivation is my problem: I’m almost too motivated. I lie awake thinking how Kris would dress for the occasion or why Benjamin would be upset in the field or how the hell Brianna will manage...