Stopping for a moment to look back at what I have done so far doesn’t seem entirely inappropriate
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Sent by the gods
She would wake up panting, with a tight feeling in her chest
Taken hostage (Pt.2)
The sounds of Leyla’s struggles faded while she was dragged through several other doors
Taken hostage (Pt.1)
She had been watching him while he stood in the square after the ceremony
Hot pursuit
In the centre of Nairobi, it is abnormal for anyone to react to cries for help
A midday exit
He plopped down on the seat and heaved a long sigh of relief
A Question of Time
A preview of an upcoming novel
Tall clear bottles
I was about to withdraw my finger when the pulse came
The father of the man
Pride welled up inside me as my father responded awkwardly to the greeting
A new best friend
She looked up just as I turned and her eyes lit up