Sally first met Roger Wilde in February 1968, a few weeks after she and her husband, Dr. Edmund Pereira, had arrived in Borneo to begin their life as a married couple.

Emerging as an adult dragonfly was more painful than Ollo had anticipated. His new tail whipped out like a bamboo shoot, its nerve endings raw and overstimulated.

With its now-familiar rattles and wheezes - some belonging to the van, some to the myriad of potions, weapons, and equipment in the back of it - Iggy got his trusty van to Kysham village.

A sudden bright orange-red light illuminated the sea, and there, amongst the inky black sloshing waves, a small island became visible. Smoke filled the tiny land, and a circular beast of a machine rose to the sky.

Cruise ship crooner Danny DiMarzio causes big headaches for an orchestra when he arrives, but comes to the rescue when the mask of hospitality slips to reveal a dangerous and unhinged villain lurking amongst the crew.

The helicopter would be coming in the morning to take him home. Not home forever. Just two weeks of R&R.

It wasn’t fury that vitalised Hannah, it was loss, grief even – though heaven knows she shouldn’t be the one grieving. But she couldn’t bear him just carrying on without her.

Eight years ago, it had been a joyous day when Jasper and David had arrived home with their two newly adopted babies. The twins had been abandoned not long after their birth and had come to the couple at a perfect time in their relationship.

Here in Saint Lizard, the one road starts on the cliff by the lighthouse and crawls in circles down to the sea. We have enough town to justify a strange-shaped road, but not enough to justify two roads.

Uncle Joe’s liver and heart weren’t original equipment, but they squashed out flatter 'n a pancake along with the rest of Uncle Joe when a boulder rolled off the side of the abandoned quarry.

I reach the Styx, whose sluggish waters remain inky even in the bright of day. Just as my guide said there would be, a queue of people in white chitons similar to mine line the river banks.

“So.” she began. “The thing is. You’re a shadoweater. From a long line of shadoweaters. Me, your nan, her mum, stretching all the way back as far as anyone can go ...”

A flash bursts from behind me, projecting shadows onto the pavement. We turn and all share the same vision. An orange mushroom cloud billows on the horizon, but it continues to rise into the sky.

Where am I? She wonders. None of the details of the room feel familiar. She gets up. Slowly. It feels like her body is bound; it is almost suffocating. Why do I ache so much?

I won’t tell anyone about the diagnosis. Not my mother or sister. Certainly not Jake. Maybe not even Steve.