- Entry competition House of Illustration 2012
- The Bloody Chamber
'The mass of lilies that surrounded me exhaled, now, the odour of their withering.'
'He wails out his heart to her. Does she hear him? Not a grace-note.
Does she see him? Never a glance.'
- The Company of Wolves
'See! Sound and sweet she sleeps in granny's bed,
between the paws of the tender wolf.'