There was Still Love by Favel Parrett
There are suitcases everywhere.
A Pale View of Hills by Kazuo Ishiguro
Niki, the name we finally gave my younger daughter, is not an abbreviation; it was a compromise I reached with her father.
Springtime : A Ghost Story by Michelle de Kretser
That spring, Frances walked along the river every morning with her dog, Rod.
The Pale Horse by Agatha Christie
The Espresso machine behind my shoulder hissed like an angry snake.
The Glorious Heresies by Lisa McInerney
He left the boy outside its own front door.