Jo Thomas

She shrugged him off. "I haven't missed you."

He was therefore disappointed to see that her face remained perfectly composed; untouched by emotion, as unreadable as stone.

Even as a boy, Zaki had sometimes felt beyond rescue, lost in dizzying spirals of panic.

'Riddles, yes? A conundrum to while away eternity's hours,' came the answer.

There was something too convenient about it all. Was it possible, he wondered, for the logs to be faked? Or was he himself simply descending into irretrievable paranoia and madness?

Messages flashed through the air in a dozen languages, letters rearranging themselves into Chinese dragons above one establishment, or fat-bellied smiling chefs above another.

She lay back in something that looked like Hieronymous Bosch's idea of a dentist's chair, staring up at the ceiling beyond the curving plastic of the scan unit.

Dakota's orbit fell out of the infinite night, dropping from orbit in a graceful arc towards a white and blue streaked pearl set against starry night.

It was utterly beautiful.

"Wel, dyna greadur gwiriona y fro,
Nid oes y fath beth â gryffalo!"

Tu dis ça pour me faire plaisir