Watch the trailer for Doctor Who series 10, starring Matt Lucas as Nardole

I've inferred, I've hedged, I've denied, but I've never told the full story to the public, or the press, and that is what I intend to do. For the first time, I will explain "I am Luka."


She will say I am sorry and Valerie will say none of it was your fault, it was all his, I believe you. No reply. She has to leave a message because phones are not allowed in prison and Valerie is visiting Solomon.

The Half Sister

Catherine Chanter

Watch Rick Gekoski introducing his debut novel Darke

He is walking along with his parents, tears a lion limb from limb with his bare hands, and says nothing. Why is he silent?

Lion's Honey

David Grossman

Fifteen winters, night upon night, and a woman warm and welcoming to her body feet like ice, hands and arms like ice; he thought of such love and sighed.

Wait Until Spring, Bandini

John Fante

This is a journal of journeys, urban excursions which take place both now and then, in times plural and space singular; one city, many cities.

London Made Us

Robert Elms

Mary was a little bit taller than the other girls her age and had brownish crinkly hair. She was quite thin, because she didn't always have exactly enough to eat. She liked honey and whistling and the colour blue and finding out.

The Little Snake

A.L. Kennedy

Simon Garfield talks at Ideacity about the importance of letter writing in our current technology driven era, unpacks famous love letters and why they are important historically.

Undere the Skin – the official film trailer.

He has a curious way of moving through his rubbish.

The Hoarder

Jess Kidd

There are a thousand places to hide a child in London, even a remarkable child. And if she is remarkable there are a thousand buyers waiting . . .

Things in Jars

Jess Kidd

The island disappeared inside a dark pall of smoke and debris, lit by fires churning underneath. Apprehension grew inside them.

The Pacific (The Official HBO/Sky TV Tie-In)

Hugh Ambrose

Science is a story. History is a story. These are the stories we tell ourselves to make ourselves come true.


Jeanette Winterson

He stood upright in complete nakedness before us, and while the trumpets pealed 'Truth! Truth! Truth!' we have no choice left but confess - he was a woman.


Virginia Woolf