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The Bastard of Istanbul

Elif Shafak

‘She squinted, sighed a conflicted sigh and then unleashed another profanity, only this time against the rain.’

Trident

James Buchan

‘As many as thirty-five states in the world are thought to have the capacity (if not the wish) to build a nuclear weapon.’

Every Move You Make

David Malouf

‘This is what sorrow is that knows no explanation or answer.’

Mrs Covet

Rebecca Miller

‘But you can't kill a ladybug. It's terrible luck to kill a ladybug.’

Five Houses

Melanie McFadyean

‘I live here, we say, this is my house, my home. We settle, dwell, adorn. A house feels permanent. But this illusion of security can end in a minute.’

Year of the Monkey

Fan Wu

‘I stood in front of the roller coaster, whose winding tracks looked like intestines in a demon's stomach.’

Jumping Monkey Hill

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

‘His accent was what the British called posh, the kind some rich Nigerians tried to mimic and ended up sounding unintentionally funny.’

Safe

Claire Keegan

‘Don’t forget to write.’

Resolution

Jim Shepard

‘Everything suggests an ongoing and immemorial enervation. A kind of trance in the air.’

Bye-Bye Natalia

Michel Faber

‘Natalia picks at the frayed black lace of her dress while the photograph of her American penpal loads into the computer.’

Matrilineal

Tessa Hadley

‘One night forty years ago Helen Cerruti left her husband.’

Homage to Mount Desert Island

Mark Haworth-Booth

‘A cow was on the wrong side of the fence on Crooked Road on May 26.’

Jesus Who?

Alison Smith

‘Jesus came walking across the lawn, a grin on his face. I waved. “Hi, Jesus.”’

St Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves

Karen Russell

‘Sister Josephine tasted like sweat and freckles. She smelled easy to kill.’