I’m not a religious person, but with Easter almost upon us, the thought of death - and what lies beyond - comes acutely to mind. The younger you are, the fewer people you’re likely to have lost to the Grey Reaper, so this might not mean as much to you. Unless you’re one of the [...]
When Father Matthew and I woke up again, at some unknown hour later in the evening, the wind had stopped. I turned my head towards the latticed window, buried deep within the thirteenth-century stone wall, and noted with an unbearable sadness that it had stopped snowing. Phantom hills were now visible, rolling and colliding into [...]
Have you ever wondered why the things we can't have are so much more intriguing than the things we can have? Or, more to the point, the people we can or can't have? Why is your average dark mysterious stranger so much more alluring than your average safe, available, decent Joe Blogs just round the [...]
For any writer, the early stage of promoting their hot-off-the-press novel is a heart-in-the mouth period of purgatory. And that's exactly how I'm feeling right now, as INFINITE STRANGER prepares to be released to the public on June 19th. Yep, I'm in purgatory. Will readers like it, won't they? Will you like it, won't you? [...]
Following my last post, here's the second chapter of my novel, INFINITE STRANGER, which is due out this summer. ------------------------------------------------------------ 2 North Yorkshire, February 1978 I’ll never forget the first time I saw Greystones Abbey. If ever there was a single word to describe such an impression, I’d love to know it. To phrase it [...]
Here's a preview of the first chapter of my next novel, Infinite Stranger, which is being published this summer. On a snowy February morning in 1978, eighteen-year-old Leah Cavanagh meets Brother Matthew Haddon while on a retreat with her Catholic girls’ school. The four days she spends at Greystones Abbey in the wilds of North [...]
Speak Softly Speak softly, winds, and do not haunt me, Blow your whispers to the sky. Long have I heard them gently pass me, Now please leave me alone to die. . When I was young I looked around me, Looked at joy and sought within. I tried to live my days in laughter, Shrank [...]
Wendy Skorupski 