With hands outstretched, soft like butter to the touch and with all the tender love and care only a woman knows how to give, there is nothing quite like Death’s embrace.

You, lying on an exotic beach with your eyes closed, just loving your summer holiday, all languorous, not worrying about a thing...

There it was, Goldilocks’ Tomb, nestling amongst the last stand of green trees, as if, somehow, that small area had been protected from the ravages of the forest fires, protected by some unknown force. Yet the Tomb itself lay open...

Many years after the water came, our small tribe turned our grey rock into a living, breathing organism. This is that story.

He was gazing moodily down at the sea when Gabriel found him.