Reposted from here. My entry for this week’s #whimword. Any similarities to the plot of the movie of the same name are completely coincidental and the plot summary from this wikipedia articlehas nothing to do with anything. Writer Robert Douglas returns to Hay Literary Festival for the launch of his new book, The Glass Tower,
Reposted from here. She sat with me as the birds began to circle. They knew the tower; to them it was a source of fresh food, easily taken and safe from competition. Because they are birds, they never stopped to wonder why or how. Because I was like them, neither did I. It just happened.
Reposted from here. It was Paul’s life. I’m not exaggerating when I say that. It was. After leaving uni in 1962 he’d spent years working on a translation. He collected copies of the book, in any language and had three Penguin versions just with different covers. Today was a big day for him, he had
Reposted from here. On a myriad of worlds throughout the known galaxy there exist mountains. Some smooth, some sharp, some buried beneath seas of liquid methane, others shrouded in corrosive, sulphuric mists. But of these mountains it is always the largest and tallest that capture the imaginations of sentient life: Those which tower into the
Reposted from here. It could’ve been an electricity pylon in Doncaster towering over the hotel outside. We’d chosen Paris for it’s romance, Doncaster naturally coming a close second, but we hadn’t left the room since we arrived. I’d never been, had wanted to see the sights until the thrill of conquering your body proved a