A library book, I imagine, is a happy book.

Mortimer's face twisted when the Piper pressed his knife against his ribs. Oh yes, he's obviously made the wrong enemies in this story, thought Orpheus. And the wrong friends. But that was high-minded heroes for you. Stupid.

My son always says I like very weird music.

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?

My grandmother told stories; she was very good at that.

I just did a picture book called The Wildest Brother on Earth, and you will find both of my children in there.

Writing stories is a kind of magic, too.