When it came to hiding, even Gwin had nothing to teach Dustfinger. A strange sense of curiosity had always driven him to explore the hidden, forgotten corners of this and any other place, and all that knowledge had now come in useful.

I live in Hamburg; that's in the north. And I live on the outskirts of town. It looks like countryside.

I like to visit my horse, have a walk with my dog.

Ten minutes can be a long time when you're waiting with a beating heart for something you don't understand, something you don't really want to know.

Perhaps there's another, much larger story behind the printed one, a story that changes just as our own world does. And the letters on the page tell us only as much as we'd see peering through a keyhole. Perhaps the story in the book is just the lid on a pan: It always stays the same, but underneath there's a whole world that goes on - developing and changing like our own world.

What's the matter princess? Do you know the end of your story?

What's that sticky stuff called? Basta: Duct tape. Yes, duct tape. I love duct tape.