For three years Neil shared a morning commute and never noticed the choreography that held it together. Four years after the world stopped, a closed road puts him back on the old platform, where his hands remember something his mind let go of. A story about who we stop seeing.

Two girls have named the clouds over Hampstead Heath since they were nine. The summer they turn sixteen, a dazzling first love and a quiet family catastrophe pull them apart. A story about idealism, the hard winter that follows it, and learning what it costs to turn back up for someone.

In a valley where the river runs slow, a gentle man tends an orchard of young trees and finds the place he is not the wrong thing. Then a cold question takes root among the villagers. A Wildean fable about mercy, suspicion, and the names that other people hand us.

In a near-future Britain ruled by fear, an alien boy fleeing a dead world is locked alone in a detention cell, stripped of his family and his name. Then a girl on the other side of the glass looks at him with something other than suspicion. Some bonds are forged in cages.

A grey northern town prides itself on being clean, proper, hard. Three unwanted children, who hear and see and feel what others will not, watch a stranger walk in wearing impossible colours. He offers to cure the town's rot. The town has never met a debt it could not rename.

Frankenstein's monster is, contrary to popular belief, extremely articulate. He is also extremely tired. Hauled out of his own novel and into one ill-fitting adaptation after another, each louder and stranger than the last, he wants a quiet life, one uninterrupted sentence, and for everyone to please read the book.

Morthagax, Dark Lord of the Sundered Realm, hasn't felt genuinely evil in several centuries. He has graphs to prove it. When a new Hero arrives expecting a suitably terrible adventure, Morthagax does what he always does: sighs, sources the ingredients, and gets on with it. A comedy about the thankless administration of darkness