Lire ebooks par: Nicola Barker

Burley Cross Postbox Theft: A Novel
A couple of little jobs for you: 1   We need to ring Mrs Lockwood about Sam Lockwood’s missing crutch. 2   I see we’re almost out of Toilet Duck. 3   There’s a pile of letters on my desk, and a list of addresses printed on to a sheet of paper next to them. The letters need to be resealed/re-packaged... Puis...
Heading Inland
When he was born, the midwife held him up by his tubby, bloody legs, cleared out his mouth and his nasal passages while the doctor, holding his stethoscope, aimed it like it was a dart and Nick’s heart the bulls-eye, listened, blinking, holding his own breath, for the infant’s heartbeat. But he hear... Puis...
Five Miles From Outer Hope
How to describe it? Instead of using his molars for chewing and grinding – like the Good Lord intended – he much prefers to employ his incisors (the sharp, foreteeth, principally designed to bite and to cut) for the main body of his masticatory work. It’s a very messy business: try and imagine a sce... Puis...
Behindlings
‘I don’t always,’ he said, a hint of childish rebellion entering his voice, ‘and it has nothing to do with being…’ ‘Yes you do,’ she interrupted. ‘Not if it’s cabbage or broad beans,’ he said. ‘You really need to cast off those shackles, Ted. The permanent stain of the armed bloody forces, the infer... Puis...
Love Your Enemies
He would have been more experienced, hardened, less naïve. His mum had wanted him to work for Marks and Spencers or for British Rail. She said, ‘Why do you want to work in all that blood and mess? There’s something almost obscene about butchery.’ His dad was more phlegmatic. ‘It’s not like cutting t... Puis...
Darkmans
How?’ ‘I don’t know. He just…’ Kelly began sobbing, violently, as he accelerated rapidly away from a set of traffic lights. ‘Did you speak to your mother?’ ‘’Course I did, Dumbo.’ ‘Is she okay? ‘’Course she’s okay.’ ‘And your dad?’ ‘He switched his phone off. He sent a text. He don’t wanna talk. He... Puis...