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Gospel
Carys Davies
‘I would explain to you then, if I could, the theory that in the case of hairline shape, there are two possible variants or alleles: straight, or widow’s peak.’
Gothic Night
Mansoura Ez Eldin
‘He wrote: they called it the city of eternal sun. Its sun set only after the last inhabitant slept, and rose before the first got up. They were all deprived of the night. They were not even aware of its existence.’
Grand Rounds
Chris Adrian
‘I used to fall asleep in those same seats during lectures just like this one.’
Greasy Lake
T. Coraghessan Boyle
‘I contemplated the car. It lay there like a wreck along the highway, like a steel sculpture left over from a vanished civilization.’
Green, Mud, Gold
Sara Baume
‘She shuts her eyes and pictures ears growing out through her ears, her spine turning to wood, pictures herself as a girl-woman scarecrow, arms opened wide, and nailed to two posts in the centre of a great green, mud and gold expanse, crucified.’
Guard / Dear Katherine
Akwaeke Emezi
An excerpt from Akwaeke Emezi’s Dear Senthuran: a Black spirit memoir.
Harmony
Julian Barnes
‘They had dined well at no. 261 Landstrasse, and now passed eagerly into the music room.’
Here Comes the Miracle
Anna Beecher
‘They so wanted to be the grown-ups still.’
An excerpt from Anna Beecher’s debut novel, shortlisted for the Sunday Times Young Writer Award 2021.
Here Is What You Do
Chris Dennis
‘It’s like there’s a piece of candy hidden deep inside you and everyone is trying to find the easiest way to get it out.’
Here We Are
Lucy Caldwell
‘‘Here we are,’ she said, as we faced each other, and my whole body rushed with goosebumps.’
His Middle Name Was Not Jesus
NoViolet Bulawayo
‘He didn’t know their language but understood it in their boiling voices, the heat on their faces, how they singed each other with their eyes.’
Honk Honk to Udvada
Chandrahas Choudhury
‘Oh Uncle, it’s such a historical day,’ said Zahra. ‘The eight hundredth anniversary of our arrival in India after we faced so much persecution in Iran, and we’re going to such a big bash, and all you can think about is emus. What will Dr Billimoria think of our family?’
