Twenty years ago, I began escaping into the fantastical world of Robin Hobb’s multiple trilogies. I wouldn’t dare start the first book of each set until I knew the third was published. I was so absorbed in this fantasy world, I couldn’t face an unfinished story. In...
Some still had their ties on, their flabby florid faces jiggling with each laboured step, blood-shot eyes squinting at the setting sun. All but two wore suits, bulging bellies bursting over spindly legs covered by expensive, tailored fabric that gathered warm, red...
