Danielle Devlin

I looked at Jenny, remembering her in her crib, the way her fingers played in mine, the way her cheek lay hot on my skin. I wished I had the power to give her safe passage through this life, but truth is, it would have taken a real witch to do that

Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.’

MARY SHELLEY

plifying the voices of underrepresented writers. She now lives in County Durham with her daughter, Molly, and a host of four-legged family members

It boiled and it raged until the rocks wept and the dawn cursed

He hadn’t believed them on his first crossing, but now . . . now there could be no other explanation.

‘This is the work of witches.’