She’s kindly sent us some exclusive extracts of the work to give a flavour of what to expect – enjoy!
Little Forks extract:
I want to find the Homestead but I want to find it first. I have to lose Hecate. I send her off to look for pinecones, then I dash between the trees and out of sight.
I keep running, lightly, holding my breath, until I think I’ve come to the Clearing. I stop and spin round, then pounce a little way up the slope to look down.
Tha mi a’ faicinn an fhèidh –
I see the deer.
My first thought is my knife, feel it keen in my pocket. I creep towards the body; sweetly still, dead still. I imagine it fell but since then has been got-at.
I look closer, the neck wound is a door ajar and I so badly want in.
I don’t know how much time has passed, but I feel the shift – geometry sawn up and rolled out over pine needles, my knife at home in its purpose. My pulse darts through me and now has somewhere to go. A separation – but it still isn’t telling me.
Carson a tha thu a’ toirt orm seo a dhèanamh?
Carson a dh’innis thu na sgeulachdan dhomh?
I don’t hear Hec until she’s already stopped and staring. Not a house.
The eyes are frozen windows, it can’t give any more of itself away. I know I have to dig in. Is that what I have to do?
A kick and a few incisions, the crunching sound is sadly small.
The Dark Twin extract:
I had fire.
I remember; I did have it.
I met Marion, I moved;
I let something go.
Or something left.
No – I moved, something was left;
I met Marion.
No – something stopped, as in ended;
I had fire.
55 degrees, 52 minutes, 21.65 seconds North,
by 4 degrees, 18 minutes, 10.56 seconds West.