Call of the Curlew by Elizabeth Brooks
Virginia Wrathmell knows she will walk on the marsh one New Year’s Eve, and meet her end there.

The Corset by Laura Purcell
My sainted mother taught me the seven acts of corporeal mercy: to feed the hungry; refresh the thirsty; clothe the naked; shelter the traveller; visit those imprisoned; and bury the dead.

Holy Spy by Rory Clements
Goodfellow Savage stood before the cross with his head bowed, his long, military beard flat against his chest. Once spoken, these words could never be undone.