My new novel
The Violet Hour
A love story that begins in last light
They have shared a room, a table, and a long stretch of ordinary days. What they do not say becomes the thing they carry longest. This is the story of that last light, and of the words that arrive only when the day has already gone.
Margot Ellison
The first pages, sent to you
The chapter opens on an evening that has already changed color. Two people are in the same room, and the thing between them has not been named.
It is short enough to read before the light goes. You can stop there, or keep the pages and come back when you want the rest.
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My other books
The Folded Letter
A letter written through one long winter and never posted. Two people still go on living beside the words that were never sent.
Sunday Rooms
The day after the visit, the house still holds it. Cups left out, a chair pulled close, and the quiet that follows people home.
A Name in Pencil
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