Author

Deborah Walker

Deborah grew up in the most English town in the world, but she soon hightailed it down to London, where she now lives with her partner, Chris, and her two lovely, yet distracting, young children. Find her in the British Museum trawling the past for future inspiration or on her blog: Deborah Walker's Bibliography

http://deborahwalkersbibliography.blogspot.com/

Thrash

That demi winter night, Thrash stood on the passage stone, a hundred meters from the village walls. During the long hours his eyes had grown accustomed to the dark, and when he glanced at the sky the stars were brighter than he'd ever imagined: dazzling, mocking. The wind's…

Speed of Love

In the National Trust play area, in the sight of the immense Neolithic stones that have stood for five thousand years and whose purpose was lost and now is understood, the sisters watched the children playing. November air bit the children, turning ungloved fingers cold and red…

Chit Win

It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog. --Mark Twain (1835-1910) Ma was taking an awfully long time to read the letter. "Who's the letter from, Ma?" said Samuel, peering over her shoulder at the entangled-ansible screen. Nearly instant…