It’s not often she dreams about them. Through the day they are elusive, keeping to the tall grass of the Reservation, disappearing from the den site. They are fleet or lazy, moving through their own tawny colourscape, sleeping under logs: missable either way. Their vanishing acts have been perfect…
She Murdered Mortal He
‘Her old lovers were ghosts. None of them had survived; none were missed.’
Five Things Right Now: Sarah Hall
Sarah Hall, a Granta Best of Young British Novelist, published her novel, The Wolf Border, last month. She shares five things she’s reading, watching and thinking about.