Extracts

I’m going to have to kill her.

Blood drips into my right eye. Once. Twice. It’s blinding and searing at the same time.

Ask any problem child how they feel about being dumped at their eighth school in five years and you’ll get about the same answer.

Hello, dear reader!

He has the impertinence to laugh, as if they’re old friends, not murderer and victim.

It happened to people, this longing, emerging from an unknown void, grabbing the soul with a firm hand, the urge to simply let go and sink to the depths of the ocean.

The Killorans’ front door changed color depending upon who knocked.

The morning bell rang out across the sprawling grounds of St Luke’s College, stirring the prestigious Sydney boys’ school into its usual frenetic motion.

Nora couldn’t quite believe the moment had finally arrived.

The man glared at Lieutenant Jacob Banks with undisguised hostility, white-knuckled as he sat clutching the sides of a worn, iron- wood chest.

The colonial rule of Japanese on Korean people was ruthless and devastating.

‘That’s not Spirited Away.’

The key to a good story is how you tell it.

One of the first things I saw on induction day at Levin-Bell Rowing Club was a bare bum.

Death is the most fundamental question

On the first morning of a new year, Beth’s not in her bed.

It was a standard bathroom.

Cole Wright is sitting in the rear seat of a black up-armored Chevy Suburban, one of three in a convoy speeding its way down Route 125 in the Seacoast Region of New Hampshire.