Chapters (75)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Praise for Sleepless
- Sleepless
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Acknowledgements
- Dear Reader …
- Keep Reading …
- About the Publisher
This time, when he held her hand, they were no longer on their own in a dark room with Rosie’s dead body in front of them. This time the island was merely a smudge on the horizon, a memory, a nightmare. She laced her fingers in his and the warmth of his palm brought a tingling into her own. She wanted to tell him about the hollow trees she had seen that time in a documentary, how the dark spaces can be filled with a fierce burning light …
… but thoughts were beginning to slip from her like eels.
‘I’ll be here,’ Vivian whispered. ‘We’ll all be here. Go to sleep.’
She knew she could no longer keep her eyes from closing. But, with her mother on one side, and Rory on the other, she was no longer afraid. She finally let the darkness take her.
And, that night, in a city far away, in a tiny flat in the bedroom of someone who had been awake for hours, a phone beeped. A message popped up on the screen:
Morpheus. Dream your way to a better you – one sleep at a time.
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Acknowledgements
A book is very much like the performance of a play. What you hold in your hands is the well-rehearsed performance, shining under the stage lights. But behind the scenes there are many people in the shadows making sure it all happens: moving the set, finding the costumes, swiping the gin bottle out of the main actor’s hands …
To those people.
Thanks to Kate, my marvellous agent, who found my story in her slush pile and has championed it ever since. Her support has meant the world to me and I know she is always there: willing me on, cheering me on, and occasionally giving me a gentle shove in the right direction.
To my HQ family. Thank you to my fairy godmother Lisa Milton, who took the time to not only read the whole of my manuscript but also help me shape it. She is truly one of the most generous and supportive women in publishing. And Abi, my editor extraordinaire, who has so carefully dug through my words to help me bring out what I actually meant to say. She is the kindest, bestest editor I could wish for. With eagle eyes.
Thank you though to everyone at HQ who has worked on this book: copyediting, proofreading, cover design and marketing. Their expertise and professionalism is invaluable.