Sublime

Outside it’s started to snow, and fat flakes swirl beyond the window, the kind of snow that’s a delight to walk in. Bianca doesn’t look like a woman who delights in snowflakes. “As you can see, I’m settled in here, and I have a new name,” I tell her. “I’m perfectly safe.” “But Diana may be in trouble.” “Diana in trouble?” I laugh. “Yeah, that’s a g

There would be a satisfaction in being buried by Mr Cadwallader, whose very name offered a fine opportunity for pronouncing wrongly if you liked.

With an opener by Graham Greene (‘One never knows when the blow may fall’ – The Third Man) or Robert Harris (‘The moment I heard how McAra died I should have walked away’ – The Ghost) there is reassurance that we are going to enjoy clear, smooth, swift writing