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

From the beginning, when I first got an idea for a story and wondered if I could write it, it has always been the story that has driven me.

Each book has been different and has been challenging in its own way to write.

I don't write for publishers, certainly not for critics, and not for readers, But I am delighted that so many people have found my books enjoyable and want to continue to read them.

They stared at each other, wanting each other, drawn to each other, but their silent shout of love went unheard in the roar of misunderstanding, and the clatter of culturally ingrained beliefs.

The other mammoths were as protective of the dying as they were of newborns, and they gathered around tying to make the fallen one get up. When all was over, they buried the dead ancestor under piles of dirt, grass, leaves, or snow. Mammoths were even known to bury other dead animals, including humans.

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