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Patrick Flanery

‘When I sleep, I dream of Will standing on our bed, flicking a whip against our faces. He draws blood.’

Isabel

Lillian Fishman

‘Diana saw that Lucy’s appeal was in the nostalgia of her looks: Hers was a teen beauty, at home nowhere more than in a miniskirt.’

Fiction by Lillian Fishman.

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Cormac James

‘I want you to close your eyes. I want you to relax, let go. I want you to let your mind see as vividly as possible the images my words conjure up. And above all, no matter what I say, I want you to trust me.’

It Was a Dog

Amaryllis Gacioppo

‘She liked to eat until her thighs felt gelatinous and slick with sweat, and her stomach ballooned out, sore and firm as though she had drunk cement that had now set.’

Ivor

Camilla Grudova

‘We were sent to Wakeley Boarding School aged eight for Year Five and stayed on until Year Twenty.’

Fiction by Camilla Grudova.

Jean Betrays Memory

David Hayden

‘Beauty was a state of being blamed’

New fiction by David Hayden.

Junket

Lauren Groff

New short fiction by Lauren Groff.

L,U,C,I,E

Nadine Gordimer

‘I correct the spelling because I’m a lawyer and I’m accustomed to precision in language; in legal documents the displacement of a comma can change the intention expressed in a sentence and lead to new litigation.’

Lake Like a Mirror

Ho Sok Fong

‘If she’d swerved any harder, she would have crashed right into the lake.’ New fiction by Ho Sok Fong, translated from the Chinese by Natascha Bruce.

Last Days on Corfu

Amelia Gray

A novel about the life of celebrated dancer Isadora Duncan. ‘You can feel her in every room. The chandeliers shiver.’

Le Champ de Bataille

Dominique Fortier

J’ai un très grand chagrin d’amour. Et toi, qui aimes-tu? Les garçons ou les filles? Ou seulement les livres et les échecs?

Le club

Louis Hamelin

Il fallait compter cinq heures de route pour arriver au club.

Leaving Gotham City

Yaa Gyasi

‘I can’t remember the last time we said I love you before hanging up the phone. I can’t even remember the last time we said goodbye.’

Lessons in Inhaling

Esther Freud

‘Lisa was meeting her father for supper.‘