Kerri ní Dochartaigh introduces Thin Places, a story of a wild Ireland, an invisible border, an old conflict and the healing power of the natural world.

People told me I'd never understand sex until I'd done it, never understand combat until I'd been in it, never understand life itself until I was a father. But when the day arrived for each of those things, I didn't find myself with any new wisdom. Just a girl I thought I loved.

Missionaries

Phil Klay

Attraction as physical catastrophe was not exactly news to Seamus Ferris. He had been besotted before.

That Old Country Music

Kevin Barry

“Oh,” Barrington said, “the type that commits murder is a strong type, Mr Cadmus. A hard type. It does not delay.”

Mr Cadmus

Peter Ackroyd

Even that word, the, the least regarded word in the language, strikes me as absurd. How can there be the history? Beyond one the, watertight and trim, lies another, just as watertight, just as trim.

A Room Made of Leaves

Kate Grenville

The child seemed to represent some kind of perverse alchemy that had taken place in the deep earth . . . where he was fashioned

A Tall History of Sugar

Curdella Forbes

Reader, I ate him.

The Last Werewolf

Glen Duncan