Somehow the anticipation of pain can be even more troubling, more a misery than the pain itself.

And so Nat stood up and joined the group, and followed, and watched, and awaited his chance as the light of Chaos lit the plain and gods and demons marched to war.

From a very young age my mother persuaded me that I could write for fun, but I had to have a proper job - very good advice.

Change isn't always comfortable, but it is a fact of life.

I don't think I've ever had a mentor. The closest thing is my friend Christopher Fowler, another writer. Chris kept me sane for a long time before I made it.

People reveal so much of their mental processes online, simply because the psychological effect of anonymity just means that a whole raft of inhibitions are left alone when people log on.

Clones fit in. Freaks stand out. Ask me which one I prefer.