I stand in the tunnel. It is bright, too bright, and my eyelids droop. There are other tunnels, some bright, some black.
“You’re just part of the system, just like the rest of us.”
The end of the world began when the world began, and the world began at eighteen minutes past eight on the twentieth of July, nineteen sixty-nine.
Step aside Inspector Morse, there’s a new detective in town, and her name is Esther Jones. Esther is convinced that her eccentric tutor didn’t kill himself but was murdered…
Meet Jack and Cordelia, rich and arrogant. Besides a love of gossip and scandal they also share a severe dislike for their fellow student Isobel.