The SYLE Press
‘It’s something I’ve only just realised.’ He settled her weight more firmly against him. ‘And what was the cause of your just realising?’ ‘Little things. You know.’ ‘I know when you’re deceiving me.’ She blushed....
‘I’ve never thought money important,’ Gilbert said. ‘So many people who have it seem not to know how to live.’ ‘I suppose if you have a great deal of money it becomes important. If you...
‘We’ll soon be there.’ ‘Soon! An hour almost.’ ‘You can stop at Chamby,’ Lionel said, ‘if you wish. Breakfast at the hotel there, and take the train up when one comes.’ ‘Perhaps we will do...
The cab smelled of plush and wet paper. They sat close together; cold seemed concentrated in this small space. The driver offered a rug for the ladies, but Katharine declined it. She said in English,...
April 16th will see the centenary of the birth of Sam Youd, better known as the dystopian and YA writer, John Christopher. When he died in 2012, Sam left behind 56 published novels and a...
‘It’s only just the other side of the bridge. We can walk it in quarter of an hour. What do you want a taxi for?’ ‘Not for me,’ he said. ‘But you’re a rich woman.’...
‘Shopping?’ ‘A bit. But it’s for the pictures really. There are always two or three English-speaking pictures.’ ‘By yourself?’ ‘Andy won’t go except to the foreign-language ones. He got me to go a couple of...
‘I suppose some men are strong without feminine help. I haven’t met one, but I’ve read about them in magazines. It seems a lot of women hanker for that kind of man. I don’t think...
The moon was high in the southern sky. It lit the ground beneath their window and the crowding distant peaks of the Oberland. Hibson pointed. ‘That’s the Jungfrau, isn’t it?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘I’d like to climb...
In the troubled water above the sluice-gates, half a dozen swans were waltzing with slow grandeur, swinging round with the current, backing and then, effortlessly, gliding into position again. Above them, perhaps twice as many...