This is what I was. I was nothing; I was lost in the darkness. For a long time I was only the sharp bloom of agony, the rush of adrenalin, the light tingling of someone else’s movement against my skin. There was silence where I drifted and the...
Chapter One – Dog Days Sara, as bemused as the fictional Lord Littlemore’s guests appeared to be, slammed the book shut. Was this really the book she had agreed to translate? Could this really be the fruit of all her efforts to find a...
Three Mills, East London, 1870 The last sack of grain swung perilously over Effie’s head as it was hoisted into the House Mill on the banks of the River Lea. The narrow-boat rose a little higher in the water as if relieved to be divested of...