Blogs from the lair

Chapter 10 Arthur sat in the otherwise silent lounge room, eyes closed, concentrating. Words echoed in his mind 'Things will never be the...

Chapter 9 Isabelle walked between the large bushes and remembered back to the centre's earlier days. A decade ago, Isabelle marvelled in...

Chapter 8 As Isabelle walked to the Performing Arts Centre she inhaled the cold night air, enjoying it's sharpness. So sharp. So fresh....