{"id":260177,"date":"2026-07-13T17:29:46","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T14:29:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/fellow-creatures-emma-lowther\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T17:29:46","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T14:29:46","slug":"fellow-creatures-emma-lowther","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/fellow-creatures-emma-lowther\/","title":{"rendered":"Fellow Creatures – Emma Lowther"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Look,\u2019 he said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. \u2018Why don\u2019t we stay inside today? I\u2019ll head out and get us some coffee, some pastries, and then we can have some, you know, time alone together, get to know each other a bit more . . .\u2019 But I insisted.<\/p>\n

He could play the gallant all he liked, but I knew what he wanted, the bargain I\u2019d been entered into. He hadn\u2019t invited me here out of the goodness of his heart; I knew he expected something in return. But if we were going to have sex, if I was going to relinquish my virginity, I was determined to do so on my own terms.<\/p>\n

On the third day, as evening cloaked the city with its inky pall and waiters rolled their tables out into the square, I came upon a violinist playing for coins beside a fountain. I\u2019d left Stefano \u2013 becoming increasingly bored by my frigidity \u2013 next to a stall selling carnival masks. The musician had a small crowd around him. A half-remembered melody ached from his bow. I moved closer. A bystander, an old man with leathery skin and bushy eyebrows, stepped forward and offered me his hand.<\/p>\n

I shook my head, embarrassed. He grinned and gestured again, his hand outstretched. He had trusting eyes and a broken piano of a smile. Why not? a small voice inside me said. I gave in and placed my fingers in the crease of his palm. More people gathered. A woman sang softly in Italian. The man was a good dancer. He held me close and spun me so my skirt whirled around my knees.<\/p>\n

I laughed, dizzy, feeling like I was in a movie, the leading lady \u2013 the star, finally, of my own life. But then I saw Stefano, smiling mirthlessly, push through the crowd. The old man, noticing, gave him a nod which Stefano answered by unhooking the man\u2019s hands from my shoulder and lower back. Sensing trouble, the old man offered a small bow and melted into the crowd.<\/p>\n

Stefano took me in his arms and reluctantly continued the dance. I looked over my shoulder, searching for the old man, wishing I could\u2019ve thanked him or apologized to him somehow. \u2018Where did he go?\u2019 I whispered. Stefano twirled me like a spinning top then clamped me to his chest. \u2018Stef\u2014\u2019 \u2018Be quiet,\u2019 he hissed, still smiling for the crowd. \u2018Don\u2019t you think you\u2019ve embarrassed yourself enough for one day?\u2019 THAT NIGHT, STEFANO GLARED at me from across the rickety Formica table.<\/p>\n

\u2018You looked ridiculous.\u2019 \u2018I don\u2019t care.\u2019 \u2018You showed me up.\u2019 \u2018I was just having fun.\u2019<\/p>\n

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First published in Great Britain in 2026 by Quercus Part of John Murray Group Copyright \u00a9 Emma Lowther 2026 The moral right of Emma Lowther to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988. Cover design \u00a9 Andrew Smith All rights reserved.<\/p>\n

No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places and events are either the product of the author\u2019s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental. A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library ebook ISBN 978 1 52944 407 0 Quercus Carmelite House 50 Victoria Embankment London EC4Y 0DZ John Murray Group Part of Hodder & Stoughton Limited An Hachette UK company The authorised representative in the EEA is Hachette Ireland, 8 Castlecourt Centre, Dublin 15, D15 XTP3, Ireland (email: info@hbgi.ie) OceanofPDF.com For my parents, Colin and Dawn OceanofPDF.com \u2018The time onstage is easier than the rest of one\u2019s existence.<\/p>\n

At least for those two and a half hours, you can be quite sure who you are.\u2019 Dame Maggie Smith OceanofPDF.com Contents Title Page Copyright Page Dedication Epigraph Prologue Act One One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Act Two One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty Twenty-ONE Twenty-TWO Twenty-THREE Twenty-FOUR Twenty-FIVE Twenty-SIX Twenty-SEVEN Twenty-EIGHT Twenty-NINE Thirty Thirty-ONE Act Three One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Epilogue Acknowledgements OceanofPDF.com Prologue OF COURSE, I\u2019VE ALWAYS known there\u2019s something wrong with me.<\/p>\n

As far back as I can remember, there has been this wall, this two-inch-thick pane of glass that no one else seems to have. When I\u2019m behind the glass, I see the world, I interact with it in a vague sort of way, but I never really come close to touching it. Except occasionally, when I get these bursts of feeling, where something takes over, some madness descends, and for a moment everything appears in vivid technicolour.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s in those moments that I\u2019m afraid, those moments when I don\u2019t know what I might do.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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