We were not lovers, we were love.

“This is where the story starts, in this threadbare room. The walls are explodin…”

“Mrs Ratlow was a widow, and she was head of English, but she still did all the …”

“But, Mistress, do not be seen to stray too far from the real that is clear to o…”

“I dream of flight, not to be as the angels are, but to rise above the smallness…”