The Course of All Treasons by Suzanne M Wolfe
Simon Winchelsea cursed as he sank ankle-deep in the revolting effluent running like a river down the center of the street.
Hag-Seed by Margaret Atwood
The house lights dim. The audience quiets.
The Dream Weavers by Barbara Erskine
There she was again. Wretched woman! Calling. Endlessly calling.
The Shape of Darkness by Laura Purcell
It is the cocked hat that draws her to him: the way it arches above the barricade of toppers.