I sleep surrounded by books. They are stacked in papery towers on the floor, jammed two deep on the shelves, and even hold my bedside lamp u...

I want to tell you of beautiful things like how the leaves on the cherry trees hang in the autumn air as if they've been pasted on ...

The river went deeper than Brim's head, and wider than he could swim. Mam had taught him in the shallows when he grew big enough to co...

The 30th of September is International Translation Day. It's also the feast day of St Jerome, who translated the Bible and is the patron...

So this is September's BP link-up, and it's question time for a villain. For this one, I have chosen Mirren Jones, also k...

The square was filled with tables, laid out in straggly rows, and loaded with all manner of things, from bowls stacked three apiece to sacks...

Asa was snoring in the bottom bunk. Berit burrowed her head under the blanket. It was scratchy, but warm. 'Ugh, Ber....stop hogging ...