Limestone and Clay

Nadia has been here before, at this seeping-away of hope. The other times curl behind her like the petals of a rose, all the memories, all her babies — false alarms, real pregnancies lasting only until her body rejected them. Meanwhile her boyfriend Simon is caving underground. In his dreams the dead places yield to him, the whiteness gives way the probing of his torch. Nadia knows he risks his life, a decadent death among the limestone, his bones withering in the rock. Her work is to create, to mould leather-hard clay into something beautiful. But she has not the heart for it today.

‘Disconcerting, haunting and unputdownable.’
– Sunday Telegraph

‘Terrifying … Glaister truffles her way down to the grim heart, where we find out what makes people tick like time-bombs.’
– Daily Telegraph

‘Glaister’s fresh and vivid voice shouts above the insipid ranks of so much contemporary fiction.’
– The Times

‘Glaister specialises in domestic horror. Skeletons fairly rattle in her fictional cupboards.’
– Independent