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

Kagiso dealt in ideals; it had never occurred to him that others might trade in vengeance.

The Burning Land

George Alagiah

Names tell stories, especially place-names, and sometimes they even move, taking their history with them.

To the Island of Tides

Alistair Moffat

In a refugee camp, stories are everything. Everyone has one, having just slipped out from the grip of a nightmare.

The Ungrateful Refugee

Dina Nayeri

He was many men and no man at all. He was a hysterical little bundle of possibilities that could never come true.

The Man With the Golden Arm

Nelson Algren

It all had an irksome feeling of déjà vu. This had happened to me in a fashion before - but at least this time I had a working phone and we were below the snow-line.

Outpost

Dan Richards

He sums things up, laying the hand over the cold, inert torso lying in the grass: this one's dead and I'm alive, so I'd better get out of here

Like Flies from Afar

K. Ferrari