“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

Evie and the Animals is out now!

When it's my turn to speak, I go quiet.

I Go Quiet

David Ouimet

David Ouimet works in his studio, drawing the rich world of I Go Quiet.

‘Astonishingly beautiful … I wish this book had been around when I was a child: I would not have felt quite as alone’ Neil Gaiman on I Go Quiet

South Africa is ablaze, but what started the fire?

Will Raven and Sarah Fisher return in The Art of Dying, out now.

He finished his fag, flicked it out into the road, turned his coat collar up and ran through the sleet towards the doors of central

February's Son

There’s one other thing Alice knows. It doesn’t matter how hard she cries for her mum, her mum can’t hear her. Nobody can.

Bobby March Will Live Forever

Remember this: if, in the act of creation, you find yourself, just for a moment, losing all sense of time and being lifted up into a great, all-embracing 'Yes!' . . . you have found the place where creation takes wing

The Artist's Journey

Kent Nerburn

My life had become nothing to brag about, only something to survive, and for that I had no one to blame but myself

Idiot Wind

Peter Kaldheim

When I was a child in Scotland, I was fond of everything that was wild, and all my life I've been growing fonder and fonder of wild places and wild creatures.

The Story of My Boyhood and Youth

John Muir