Sarah Hilary’s debut novel, SOMEONE ELSE’S SKIN, won Theakstons Crime Novel of the Year 2015. Her second, NO OTHER DARKNESS, is out now. Sarah lives in Bath, where she writes quirky copy for a well-loved travel publisher. She’s also worked as a bookseller, and with the Royal Navy.
Everyone agreed it had to be the work of an outsider, one of the rowdy types who came in by bus of a Saturday. No one in the village could have done such an atrocious thing. Not that they were… Continue Reading
— You’re in. Remember our walk-through. We’ve built in some anomalies so stay on those toes, buddy. The dead weight of a gun muzzle shoves his face up into the beam of a flashlight. “Nice time of night to be… Continue Reading
In the beginning, there was the worm and the worm was Rod. It wasn’t as if Rose didn’t know better, but Rod was supposed to be different. For starters, he was into astronomy. His favourite star was Betelgeuse and he… Continue Reading
“What’s this, the rumble in the ruddy jungle?” Jackson wasn’t amused. “Can’t you two keep your fists out of each other’s gobs for ten minutes?” Ray tried to dislodge my heel. The punch I’d thrown had laid him out like… Continue Reading
Here’s the thing and you needn’t believe a word I say, seeing as atheism’s all the rage with you people, but when they told me Ascend to a higher plane, how was I to know they didn’t mean a tree?… Continue Reading
There was a greasy thumbprint on the menu card, right where it said to tick the boxes to get the lunch you fancied. Dinah didn’t want to tick any ruddy boxes. She eyed the list. “Chicken Cobbler,” she mumbled, missing… Continue Reading
At the outset, the abbreviations confused her. “An MBA! He must have some brains, at least.” Only it turned out to be short for Married But Available, which gave her a good idea exactly where he kept his brains. It… Continue Reading
You told me you loved me, very matter-of-fact. “Pass the bread? And by the way…” You said you knew it was unrequited, which it was. You said it didn’t matter, but it did. The first move was always mine. After… Continue Reading
These are the facts as I know them. There’s not much to go on. Six days ago — Joe says seven — something happened. We don’t know what, but it happened at ground level. We’re three floors down from ground… Continue Reading
I’m waiting to see a doctor when I lose my mind. Too little too late, you might say. I’m sitting on the leather sofa in his waiting room, listening to the ticking of the clocks on the wall. Three clocks,… Continue Reading