We Make Realities Out Of Our Dreams

The Greatest Secrets Are Always Hidden In The Most Unlikely Places.

For Me, The Pleasure Of Writing Comes With Inventing Stories.

When I Was 2, We Moved Into An Imposing Country Mansion 8 Miles West Of Cardiff, Wales.

The Witching Hour, Somebody Had Once Whispered To Her, Was A Special Moment In The Middle Of The Night When Every Child And Every Grown-up Was In A Deep Deep Sleep, And All The Dark Things Came Out From Hiding And Had The World All To Themselves.

In Any Event, Parents Never Underestimated The Abilities Of Their Own Children. Quite The Reverse. Sometimes It Was Well Nigh Impossible For A Teacher To Convince The Proud Father Or Mother That Their Beloved Offspring Was A Complete Nitwit.