Литература на английском языке — Lucy Clarke

You wake on a beautiful, secluded beach. The sun bakes down, a shimmering ocean stretches into the horizon. It’s as far from home as you could imagine. Yet this is no ordinary escape. Next to the wreck of a plane, a stranger circles the camp fire. Somewhere, a baby cries. Someone sharpens a knife in the shadows, scoring a list of the dead onto the bark of a tree. Day by day, the island’s wildness creeps under everyone’s skin, tensions and lies whispering on the breeze. A secret beach. An island...

We Were Dying For A HolidayThe six of us arrived on that beautiful Greek island dreaming of sun-drenched beaches and blood orange sunsets, ready to lose ourselves in the wild freedom of a weekend away with friends.On the first night we swam under a blanket of stars.On the second night the games began on our clifftop terrace.On the third night the idyll cracked, secrets and lies whispering on the breeze.And by the final night there was a body on the rocks below . . .Who Would Kill For It?