One moonless night, a young scholar named Aria ventured into the labyrinthine depths of the library. With an insatiable curiosity and a heart hungry for adventure, she stumbled upon the ancient tome, its cover adorned with intricate, long-forgotten symbols. FILIPPO VARESE: Yes. I suppose another aspect that really helped is the completely, I would say, transdiagnostic but also normalising approach that we tried to use whenever looking at the experience of hearing voices in young people. So we know that hearing voices is a phenomena that is not specific to any particular kind of clinical group, despite the fact that it is stereotypically linked in people’s mind to the diagnosis of schizophrenia and severe mental health difficulties. And the approach we’ve taken is actually in line with the idea actually, that this is a relatively common human experience that is distressing, perhaps just in a minority of individuals and under specific circumstances. And actually the experiences that our participants told us about in this study very much confirm and are in line with this perspective. The children filled him in on their conversations, and he frowned when Constance’s half-plan was laid out. But he didn’t object. Right. And as for the rest I suspect… I suspect he wants this to seem like a kindness—giving me a few final hours with you—but really he’s twisting the knife. He’s hurting you to hurt me. I will never forgive myself for that.”

Reynie stared at his hands and, without looking up, asked. “Will you make us a promise? In case… you know.”

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I think one of the other really nice things that we were able to do through the qualitative aspect of this study was just to really capture some of the young people’s words around their experiences, which was why it was so nice for the journal to let us include those in the title because those words around voices being whispers and echoes of the past, and sometimes friends, sometimes quite scary, I think that really captures the breadth of experiences that we heard from as well.

All four children looked at Mr. Benedict with expectant eyes. For all their intelligence and bravery, they were scared. And they wanted an adult to tell them it was okay. Just published: the debut cookbook from the Syrian chef and restaurateur Imad Alarnab, who fled Damascus for London during the civil war, arriving in London in 2015 where eventually he was joined by his family. He went on to open his rapturously received restaurant Imad’s Syrian Kitchen. The book, which has the same name, is subtitled ‘A Love Letter from Damascus to London’ and shares recipes from the restaurant, alongside the story of Alarnab’s journey to the UK and of Syria itself.Relaxed, Kathryn?" he'd quipped in amusement as he felt her legs withdraw from their places on either side of him and he wondered how she was going to manage her exit. "Somehow I don't think that's quite what you had in mind." Those had been her words and one of the only indications he'd had of a darker side to her past. What had happened to her then and what did it have to do with the way she was acting now? Suicide? A cold chill ran through him—no, he couldn’t even imagine Kathryn thinking about something like that.