When snow shuts down Greg Heffley’s middle school, his neighborhood transforms into a wintry battlefield.
Never have I doubted my soundness of mind as often as I did on that first night, when the bird-woman and her wards came to save me from the madhouse.
I watched the eight-story apartment building on 161st, about half a block from Melrose Avenue.
Petr Kliment held Kristína, his six-month-old granddaughter, on a patch of grass on the shore of the Jizera River.
Dear Amelia, There was an attempt to escape from the jail last night and a small riot ensued. Most unusual.
In September 1970, two sites squared off for the title of the center of the world: Piccadilly Circus, in London, and Dam Square, in Amsterdam.
My favourite time of day is ‘magic hour’, when the sun takes a dive behind the craggy mountain ranges and the sky is painted a stunning purple-pink.
Balancing a tray loaded with dirty glassware, Darrien Summers dodged the masked men and women in evening dress as he made his way through the dining room.
I am not yet seventeen years of age, but I have a thought that I may be dying.
At the bang of a car door out in the street, Katy glanced out of the bedroom window.
Great Achilles. Brilliant Achilles, shining Achilles, godlike Achilles . . . How the epithets pile up.
She locked the door, double-checked the gun was in place and took up position on the bed, drawing the laptop towards her, ready for her next customer.
Whenever I woke up, night or day, I’d shuffle through the bright marble foyer of my building and go up the block and around the corner where there was a bodega that never closed.
Jack Reacher caught the last of the summer sun in a small town on the coast of Maine, and then, like the birds in the sky above him, he began his long migration south.
