I had an idea for a story about a young woman who was living with people who were different, not just superficially different - such as hair colour, or eye colour, or skin colour - but different in some significant way.

Life sometimes gets in the way of writing.

You weren't being punished. You were waiting for me.

Illness and accidents were mysterious manifestations of the war of the spirits, fought on the battleground of the body.

I don't write for publishers, certainly not for critics, and not for readers, But I am delighted that so many people have found my books enjoyable and want to continue to read them.

I can't tell you any more than any other writer can tell you why they write, and I don't know what my influences are.

Ayla, I looked for you all my life and didn't know I was looking. You are everything I ever wanted, everything I ever dreamed of in a woman, and more. You are a fascinating enigma, a paradox. You are totally honest, open; you hide nothing: yet you are the most mysterious woman I've ever met.