Betrayal is a cliché … Lies are so suburban. But murder is nice and clean. - Carole Morin

A sinning nun, her face in a plate of cakes, caught my eye as I descended on the moving stair.

It’s all real. It came out of my head. Everything in there is real. Even the things invented and imagined.

I read Wuthering Heights when I was seven. I stole a copy from the library. We weren’t allowed books in the house because they’re ‘dirty and dusty’. My mum had a shelf of fake leather books which my dad used to hide whisky behind. I used to die of embarrassment every time a visitor tried to pick up a book and realized it was fake. The library was forbidden so it became exotic and sexy in my imagination. I was dying to get in there and read a book!