Light pitter-patter, rhythmic: rain on the fly sheet. Viewed from inside, the tent was a shade of blue like that midsection in the ocean...

“We are gathered here to say farewell to Graham Wallace and commit him to the hands of God,” said the greying vicar, three huge,...

“What do you think you’re doing?” Sarah asked. Ryan froze, poised with a hand around his knife, ready to scrape his leftover green bean...