Maddie took the top of her egg off. The hot bright yolk was like summer sun breaking through cloud. The first daffodil in the snow. A gold sovereign wrapped in a white silk handkerchief. She dipped her spoon in it and licked it.

Careless talk costs lives.

Nothing like an arcane literary debate with your tyrannical master while you pass the time leading to your execution.

Kiss me, Hardy!’ Weren’t those Nelson’s last words at the Battle of Trafalgar? Don’t cry. We’re still alive and we make a sensational team.

I sometimes think young people are not given nearly enough credit for their ability to appreciate literary flourish.

But I have told the truth. Isn't that ironic? They sent me because I am so good at telling lies. But I have told the truth.

There’s glory and honour in being chosen. But not much room for free will