The Light Between Oceans

by M.L. Stedman

You don’t think ahead in years or months: you think about this hour, and maybe the next. Anything else is speculation.

Looking into those eyes was like looking at the face of God.

Right and wrong can be like bloody snakes: so tangled up that you can’t tell which is which until you’ve shot ’em both, and then it’s too late.’

the Isabel he had met on the jetty, so full of life and daring and mischief. His Izzy. His other half of the sky.