Look, here she comes now, bustling into the village square like a ship in full sail. A silly old woman you may think, if you’re fooled by the once-glamorous shawl stretched across her bosom and the layers of petticoats festooned around her unguessable form.
It had been like falling into a vat of tar. He’d been distracted by the girls’ bewitching voices, and while he listened, the thick, heavy blackness had swallowed him – slowly, lazily. Read all »
This is the first book published under the imprint Circaidy Gregory Press (and anyone who has read the book will already know where the name ‘Circaidy Gregory’ comes from!
