We call them faerie. We don't believe in them. Our loss.

I don't want to live in the kind of world where we don't look out for each other. Not just the people that are close to us, but anybody who needs a helping hand. I cant change the way anybody else thinks, or what they choose to do, but I can do my bit.

What I want to do is travel deep and deeper into the dreamlands, to find that place that I know is waiting for me here. My home.

It reminded me of that tongue-in-cheek quick history of art I'd overheard...Used to be people couldn't draw very well, then they could, and now they can't again.

Music’s the soundtrack of my life and has been since I was a teenager. There’s always music. If I’m not playing it, I’m listening to it. With my writing... sometimes it inspires a story, sometimes it highlights something I’m working on, sometimes it simply helps me stay in the narrative mood.

An now the silences come in a single lifetime, in a single year... when species die, leaving a silent space in the world song that can never be filled.

That's the thing with magic. You've got to know it's still here, all around us, or it just stays invisible for you.