Category: Sam Youd

Your spies are everywhere

Piers, I observed, greeted us both with the same smile, an incongruous glance of friendship from those deep, withdrawn eyes of his. He said to Britton: ‘Lend Lulu a hand with the table, Joe, will...

Pursuing the paranormal

‘Joe! Ready to come up and tackle the spooks? Piers told me to fetch you.’ She flicked her head sideways. ‘And you, of course, Tenn.’ My earlier resentment was not completely gone. There was no...

We carry our roads with us

‘Good old Rupert. Nothing’s lost on you, is it? All grist to the sacred mill. But what comes out of all that grist? What makes the mill-wheel turn? And who’s the miller?’ ‘Comes out?’ Rupert...

‘Do you believe in God?’

We walked for a few minutes in silence, our hands clasped lightly, the air grey and breathless about us to the cold, shadowy heights of the sky. A fat old man and a young girl...

Power over people

I said: ‘Don’t imagine things, Livia. It isn’t like that. It’s no more than a weakness in Piers’s sexual make-up that makes him incapable of retaining an interest in any woman for long. In that...

A walk in the park

After breakfast there was the usual Sunday confusion as to what should be done before the pubs opened at twelve. I was feeling the need of fresh air myself and decided to go for a...

No place for a badger

I accepted the coffee from Helen and drank thirstily. My disengaged right hand rested on my knee; I felt something damp nuzzle against it and looked down to see Brock preparing to rest his furry...

The entry of the gladiators

Howard said: ‘We all heard him coming in last night. Like the entry of the gladiators.’ I remembered more distinctly myself. There had been a light in the window of Helen’s room but I had...