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July 28, 2018 AD
In the quiet after confession, Sarah curls into Jane's lap and the evening finds its softer register — hair stroked, Karl's name finally spoken aloud, old music filling the gaps. But beneath the tenderness, both women are holding things the other needs to know.
July 28, 2018 AD
Before dawn at a nursing home in Hobart, the Derwent holds the light. A ninety-two year old woman watches her granddaughter sleep in the old recliner by the window, inside a dream neither of them is going to discuss. Neither of them has yet said out loud what the doctors said the week before. Neither of them will say it this morning.
Before the secret grandson, before the decades of silence, before Luke tracked her down with DNA tests and adoption records—there was Hamburg. Patrick's engineering contract. Six months in Germany. A harbour-side café. Ferdinand Morrison's worldly sophistication. Three months of living a parallel life. Then the confession that should have destroyed everything. Instead, Patrick calculated load redistribution, designed solutions, and held structures together when foundations cracked.
Jane Lahey has spent ninety-two years being underestimated. A nurse, a mother, a keeper of other people's secrets and a few devastating ones of her own, she has navigated love, betrayal, and the long arithmetic of loss with the composure of someone who learned very early that the most powerful thing in any room was the person who knew when not to speak. Tasmania shaped her. The people she loved defined her. What she chose to protect — and what she chose to withhold — will outlast her.
July 28, 2018 AD
Jane has managed rooms like this her entire life — knowing exactly which doors to open, which to close, and precisely how long to leave someone standing in the gap between. When her grandson arrives without the key she summoned him to return, she gives him just enough to ensure he comes back. What he cannot know is that she is watching his face for something far older than any key, and finding it, quietly, in the set of his jaw.
July 28, 2018 AD
Jane Lahey has always noticed things other people preferred she didn't. At ninety-two, lying awake in the blue hour before dawn whilst her granddaughter sleeps nearby, that particular gift shows no sign of retiring gracefully. Some women soften with age. Jane simply got better at deciding what to do with what she knew.
July 28, 2018 AD
Sarah arrives at Vaucluse with good intentions and a recipe she's already losing confidence in. Jane watches from her recliner, recognising the language of it — love expressed through effort, however misdirected. Between them, the evening holds everything that hasn't been said yet: the diagnosis, the man Sarah's been dreaming about, the case she can't leave at the door. Some of it will surface. Not all of it. Someone will decide which.
July 28, 2018 AD
Jane has managed rooms her entire life — outplayed a man half her age this very afternoon, held decades of secrets without flinching. But when Sarah appears in her kitchen armed with ambition and absolutely no technique, Jane watches something more honest than competence at work.
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Gladys Cramer wasn’t looking for trouble—just a quiet glass of red and maybe a cat that actually came when called. But when a Portal opens, a body turns up, and a man with too many secrets begs her trust, Gladys is pulled into something vast, strange, and far too dangerous. She doesn’t know the rules. She doesn’t want the job. Dryly funny, quietly furious, and not at all qualified—Gladys is about to learn that staying out of it doesn’t mean staying safe.
When a series of disappearances grips Tasmania’s remote edges, Detective Sarah Lahey is drawn into a case that threatens to unravel her—professionally and personally. As tensions flare with fellow detective Karl Jenkins, trust becomes a gamble neither can afford. In the search for truth, they’ll find the shadows run deeper than they imagined. Into the Dark is a haunting thriller about loyalty, obsession, and the cost of stepping beyond the light.
Jamie Greyson was shoved through a Portal into a dimension that shouldn't exist, by a partner he no longer trusts. In the dust and desperation of Clivilius, the son he'd only just begun to know arrives with a slit throat and no heartbeat. The lagoon brings Joel back. But when Jamie begs for a second miracle, Clivilius answers with silence. Some debts, it seems, are only paid once.
Luke Smith's world transforms with the discovery of a cryptic device, thrusting him into the guardianship of destiny itself. His charismatic charm and unpredictable decisions now carry weight beyond imagination, balancing on the razor's edge between salvation and destruction. Embracing his role as a Guardian, Luke faces the paradox of power: the very force that defends also threatens to annihilate. As shadows gather and the fabric of reality strains, Luke must navigate the consequences of his actions, unaware that a looming challenge will test the very core of his resolve.
Thrown into an unfamiliar world with nothing but her medical kit and a backlog of questions, Dr. Glenda De Bruyn never asked to lead. But when strangers start arriving—wounded, lost, and dangerous—triage becomes survival. Each decision risks more than a life; it tests what remains of her logic, loyalty, and control. As the lines blur between science and myth, Glenda must confront not only the fractures in her patients—but the ones inside herself. In Clivilius, everyone bleeds. Not everyone gets patched up.
Men are vanishing across Tasmania, and Detective Senior Constable Karl Jenkins is running out of time, patience, and sanity. Every lead points to Luke Smith—but proving it means crossing lines Karl can't uncross. He breaks into houses without warrants. He sees faces in windows that shouldn't be there. He chases the wine-soaked Gladys Cramer through high-speed pursuits only for her to slip away. His partner becomes collateral damage. His sergeant's warnings go ignored. Karl knows something monstrous is happening on this island, and he'll tear through every boundary to expose it. Even if it destroys him.
Joel Gibbons had never been anywhere. Hadn't finished school. Hadn't met his father. Hadn't done much except show up for his mum and hope that counted for something. A passport application changed everything—a name on a birth certificate, a coincidence that put him in the wrong place, and a death he didn't see coming. Joel should have stayed dead. Instead, he woke in glowing water—claimed before he even drew breath—gasping back to life with three words branded somewhere deeper than skin. You are mine.