G and Jenny are deadly enemies. G and Jenny are aqquantainces. G and Jenny and friends. G and Jenny are both human beings. G and Jenny are mother and daughter, more or less.

Your eyes snap open. There is a hand, millimetres from your face, fingers outstretched, ready to grab and tear your skin away. You scream. You blink. It's gone. For 26 years of your life you experience this horrific nightmare. Who, or what, os the hand and what is its terrible purpose?

A girl graffittis on the wall of a train station. A domino effect.

Mara thought about Cally and Harry as she smiled at the top of that big top. She was so high up she could have reached out and touched the heavy plastic of the roof and thought that maybe everything was going to be ok. But that was not what she was going to do. Set in a circus, this is the story of two tightrope walkers and a trapeze artist, and an entanglement of relationships and misunderstandings.

I was four years and eleven months old when I died. That much I know is true.

When Drucilla and Coretta find themselves spending the holidays in Cornwall instead of Ibiza, they are thrust into an odd week of dental cream, an old woman's memoirs and cherry beer. This is a tale of life, and one of age.

The atmosphere on earth is getting 'dangerous'. Except it's ok, because we've inhabited the moon and a portion of mars. The entire population will be transported. That is, not including the three billion that have been sacraficed in order to keep the population under control. These sacrafices will be transported across the planet to camps, where they will be gassed painlessly. They should be proud to be saving the rest of human race. Pride is what they should feel as they die. This is a dystopian story of separation in a world already torn apart. And a story of true courage and bravery in a world of cowardice.