Are You Smelling Me?” After Yesterday I

You Do Angry. I Just Saw It. And You Left At Least One Hole In My Carpet To Prove It.

My Experiences Thus Far Had Me Planning To Throttle The First Tudor Historian I Met Upon My Return For Gross Dereliction Of Duty.

I'd Studied 16th Century Science And Magic. I Thought It Was Strange That People Were Interested In The Same Kinds Of Things My Research Was About. The More I Thought About It, The More Intriguing It Became And Pretty Soon I Was Writing A Novel About A Reluctant Witch And A 1500-year-old Vampire.

All That Children Need Is Love, A Grown-up To Take Responsibility For Them, And A Soft Place To Land.

Memories Were Short And History Unkind. It Was The Way Of The World.