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Burnt Sugar

I would be lying if I said my mother’s misery has never given me pleasure.

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The Silence of Snow

There was no peace, even in the loo. Rory’s pager and phone were going simultaneously.

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The Gift

In the spring of 1944, I was sixteen, living with my parents and two older sisters in Kassa, Hungary.

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More Than a Woman

I am in the spare room, which doubles as my office, and I have just finished my day’s work.

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The Kingdom

I heard him before I saw him.

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The Gifts of Imperfection

Owning our story and loving ourselves through that process is the bravest thing that we will ever do.

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The Tally Stick

The car containing the four sleeping children left the earth.

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Private Moscow

“Remember dunker training at Pendleton?”

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Into the Unknown

An airship quietly sails across early in the morning and shakes us up with a taste of bombs.

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Stop Surviving Start Fighting

It wasn’t until I did that test that I really thought about how aspects of my personality and my strengths could affect my mental health, through my reactions and approaches to things.

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The Thursday Murder Club

Killing someone is easy. Hiding the body, now that’s usually the hard part. That’s how you get caught.

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Islands of Mercy

In that crowded city, she had worked for a haberdasher and presided over the slow death of her mother, after which she’d discovered in herself an unexpected yearning to leave Ireland and see the world.

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If I Had Your Face

Sujin is hell-bent on becoming a room salon girl.

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Eight Detectives

The two suspects sat on mismatched furniture in the white and almost featureless lounge, waiting for something to happen.

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Invisible Girl

I duck down and pull my hoodie close around my face.

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Moonflower Murders

The Polydorus is a charming family-run hotel, located a short walk away from the lively town of Agios Nikolaos, one hour from Heraklion.

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The Gates of Athens

The dust of mountain flowers lay thick on the air, like perfume or boiled varnish.

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