Jonathan Aycliffe

“When he had gone, I lay in bed for a long time, listening to the voices of the choir at evensong. Outside, the darkness thickened and grew strange.”
― Jonathan Aycliffe, A Shadow on the Wall

“It was as though I had passed through a door and entered a room quite different to the one in which I had been, a room whose dimensions, whose light, whose colours were wholly unlike those of any in which I had ever been or hoped to enter. I am entranced. Her eyes entrance me, her ears, her lips, her neck, the way she pauses in the midst of speech when seeking the right word. She is hesitant, demure, yet forthright and honest. I love her, yet to say so falls far short of what I know and what I feel. She will reveal to me all those things that have thus far been veiled from my eyes.”
― Jonathan Aycliffe, Naomi's Room