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The phone rang at ten after nine on Monday morning and she let it ring. "Joanna, it's Pat. It's nine-ten, and you're not here, and you're never not...

a lily sitting in a field no cares no worries no wants no needs oh to be a lily

Chapter 7. The Palace. Orders Given in the Quiet Hours. The council chamber was warm, almost stifling after the winter air outside. Braziers glowed...

She woke on the couch with the afghan pulled up over her mouth and the sun lying across her legs. It had come through the gap at the side of the...

This is a poem about church vandals – and it's not who you think.

Chapter Five. The Bishop’s Clue. Miss Harbottle reached into her sensible navy handbag and produced a folded piece of parchment, handling it as...

Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] John, the Baptist, said “ I am the voice of one crying out in the wilderness, ‘Make straight they way of the Lord’, … Making a pathway home to God, and clearing the way, preparing us to meet the Lord …

The kitchen was at the front of her unit, beside the door, and the blind over the sink had never once been down. He had watched her eat standing up...