Kyns Articles

People ask me why I took the Dunphy case. A missing English girl, a fortune hanging over her head like a piano on a frayed rope, and a police department too bus...

It's... it's so quiet in here right now, just the low hum of the refrigerators and the flickering fluorescent light over the counter... I'm staring at the clock...

Do you ever find yourself longing for something you know you can never have, Anonymous? I've watched Mary King, our formidable cook, move through the kitchens ...

I must confess, Anonymous, that the quietest corners of Mottram Manor often harbor the loudest secrets. Roger Williams, our steadfast gardener, has always been...

Do you ever wonder, Anonymous, what truly stirs beneath the quiet surface of a house as disciplined as Mottram Manor? I certainly do, for the silence of these ...

Have you ever thought that a person could become a completely different person within a year? I remember this time last year, I was still standing in the food f...

Being a mistress is a role I never thought I would occupy, yet here I am, basking in the glow of it all. It is such a strange, delicious feeling to be the secre...

Oh, hello there, sweetheart... I hope you don't mind me being a bit forward today, but my thoughts have been wandering to places they shouldn't. You know how I ...

I’ve always thought Doris was a woman of steel, all sharp edges and German efficiency in her starch-white apron. But last night, I happened upon a sight that wo...

I’ve always known Ginny to be a creature of silence, a ghost drifting through these corridors in her starched apron, but her eyes hold a secret fire that she da...

There's a particular kind of tension that hangs in the air when two people are desperately trying to hide something. I caught Roger near the potting shed yester...

Ah, Dr Arnold Grimsby, a man whose medical degree seemingly didn't cover the basics of human decency, particularly towards the fairer sex. I recall a dinner par...

So let me paint you a picture, Anonymous. Two years. Two entire years of careful, deliberate erasure — picking up and leaving small towns before anyone learned...

I must confess, there's a certain thrill in knowing things others don't, like the secret romance between my gardener, Roger Williams, and little Ginny Furness. ...

Roger Williams is the sort of man who fades into the background like old wallpaper, yet his presence is as constant as the changing seasons at Mottram Manor. He...

Frederick Darling is a man who carries the weight of Mottram Manor on his shoulders, though he'd never admit it to you, Anonymous. I've watched him move throug...