So what? All writers are lunatics!
My children were all made from paper and printer's ink.
She pressed her hand against her chest. No heart. So where did the love she felt come from?
My daughter, Anna, is almost 15, and my son, Ben, is almost 10.
I'm perfectly happy to know the world at secondhand. It's a lot safer.
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?