Perversion, sang the sea, / in waves.

I thought fondly of the comics and sketchbooks that had kept me sane and alive during my stifled childhood. I wouldn’t exchange them for this palace.

Clouds concealed, / Now settled down

I’d hold my breath and keep still, resolved to treat the voices the way I would any bully. If they fed on my attention, I would starve them.

Here he was, getting ahead of himself as usual. Mummy looked as if she could slip away tonight.