“People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is a exception to this… Read More ›
comfort
Diane Setterfield in ‘The Thirteenth Tale’
“What succour, what consolation is there in truth, compared to a story? What good is truth, at midnight, in the dark, when the wind is roaring like a bear in a chimney? When the lightning strikes shadows on the bedroom… Read More ›
Rafferty's Rules is Closing Down 