My daughter, Anna, is almost 15, and my son, Ben, is almost 10.

If you keep pretending you're in that book, it will make you not want to live in the life you're in.

Don't let it worry you, not being able to speak,'Dustfinger had often told her. 'People tend not to listen anyway, right?

He longed for the deep as she longed for the night sky and for white lilies floating on water -- although she still tried to convince herself that love alone could feed her soul.

She had found him and was bringing back his thanks. Nor did she forget to mention that he had assured her that she was indeed the most beautiful fairy he had ever set eyes on.

Every reader knows about the feeling that characters in books seem more real than real people.

Let's be off before he gets his great horsey teeth into my poor lines of verse!