We’re going to have a baby, I told your father, just days since I’d felt his ribs slot like coins between mine. We were toeing a mountain trail, me dancing towards the edges, him gripping the cliff face like a scattering fern. He stopped, looked out at […]
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The Messenger

Pippa Marland

PUBLISHED ON: 23/07/13


This is a novel which will divide readers, with some appreciating its heartfelt values and others feeling a lack of sophistication. Like the story’s h …

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