Kathleen Woodiwiss Books Novels & Stories

Clara Yanuwah stood on the cliffs above Caligo Cove, her boots sinking slightly into damp, salted earth. The wind carried the scent of decay—not fish, not seaweed, but something far older. Stagnant blood and rotted prayers. She clutched her grandmother’s journal tighter beneath her coat. Each page had led her closer. Each memory had cost her more. Now, at the edge of the world, Clara faced the unfamiliar truth of the ocean’s echo—that WildWood had a twin born not of roots and bone, but tide and silt.

The library was a third illustrious and recognizable library in Wicklow for encompassing historical quixotic and idealistic fictions. They pushed the heavy doors open and entered into the reception area inhaling the smell of old books. "Hello, Ms Kate!" Louisa and Sheila greeted a middle-aged woman, sitting behind her desk reading a book. Ms Kate Long was a frumpy woman, and she was fanatical about books, and had always said; 'There's no-one like her who adored books like a possessive demon.' She was divorced without having children, and she thought of books as her family.

Brodie Six Weeks After Esme’s Disappearance I paced up and down in the small wood we had found. We had already been there too long. Situated on the edge of the Lincolnshire border, the woods were too close to a lot of main roads and it made me nervous. Everything made me nervous. I hadn’t been able to run for weeks, not properly, and it did nothing to help the tension building up inside. With each day that passed, I got more worried about Esme. Jackson wasn’t equipped to deal with what they were both facing.