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There’s a Small Hotel
Andrew Holleran
‘Returning to Manhattan was like seeing someone who’d once been your lover but was now with someone else.’
Things with faces
Zoë Meager
‘This is all you remember. The sound of her pacing the house at night.’
The Sarong-Man in the Old House, and an Incubus for a Rainy Night
Michael Mendis
‘I say his fingers are dying because he is old. Because he is and alone. On that sloping armchair. But more because there is no turning back for him.’
The New Customers
Julian Jackson
‘All the time I could sense the watchful eyes and listening ears at the end of the bar.’
The Whale House
Sharon Millar
‘By morning the dreams are gone, flying through the tiny holes in the net in sudden starling movements.’
We Walked on Water
Eliza Robertson
‘Land of the misty giants: cedar, alder, Ponderosa pine. Cascade Mountains pushing out green like grass through a garlic press.’
Vipers
Kamila Shamsie
‘Cover your nose and mouth, the order came, swift and useless; if they’d had their turbans they would have wound them around their faces but there were only the balaclavas.’
Glow
Ned Beauman
‘Growing up, you got so used to all your secrets being sad or shameful that you came to assume they were, like alkyl halides, intrinsically neurotoxic, and now he had learned for the first time that they weren’t.’
Anwar Gets Everything
Tahmima Anam
‘Two ways a man can go here, in the direction of God or the direction of believing there is nothing up there but a sun that will kill you whether you pray five times or not.’
Soon and in Our Days
Naomi Alderman
‘It is not often, even in Hendon, that one witnesses a miracle.’
Filsan
Nadifa Mohamed
‘Silence takes the place of all these words and her loneliness remains as dense and close as a shadow.’
