First chapter of Seascape

One moment the skies were clear; the next, rain fled from them in terrified haste. Einur raced for his cave shelter, leaving his sheep, undisturbed by the downpour, still ripping up grass. Reaching the cave, he crouched just inside, shivering – already drenched despite his swift retreat from the open field.

All that reading made me do it

Growing up in a second-hand bookseller’s family, I’ve always had access to a ton of great literature from earliest childhood. I know I was already an fan of the Bobbsey Twins mystery stories by the time I was five, as I remember being irritated that Freddie and Flossie were older than I (they were six). And all that reading did a lot of stuff to my mind…