Children, they're the same everywhere. Greedy little creatures but the best listeners in the world - any world. The very best of all.

Quite suddenly Meggie felt fear rise in her like black brackish water, she felt lost, terribly lost, she felt it in every part of her. She didn't belong here! What had she done?

Dustfinger closed his eyes and listened. He was home again.

The night belongs to beasts of prey, and always has. It's easy to forget that when you're indoors, protected by light and solid walls.

When you open a book it's like going to the theater first you see the curtain then it is pulled aside and the show begins.

I love to read, I love to watch movies, and I love to be with my children.

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