I had an idea for a story about a young woman who was living with people who were different, not just superficially different - such as hair colour, or eye colour, or skin colour - but different in some significant way.

She lifted the drooping muzzle with both hands...It was a special embrace saved for special occasions.

You weren't being punished. You were waiting for me.

I can't tell you any more than any other writer can tell you why they write, and I don't know what my influences are.

Illness and accidents were mysterious manifestations of the war of the spirits, fought on the battleground of the body.

I'm just writing a story that I want to read.

Science Fiction is not just about the future of space ships travelling to other planets, it is fiction based on science and I am using science as my basis for my fiction, but it's the science of prehistory - palaeontology and archaeology - rather than astronomy or physics.