Like a domestic cat, purring on the sofa by day, but by night, a strutting queen, a natural killer, disdainful of her other life.

I speak as I must and cannot be silent.

Some people spend the whole of their lives sitting waiting for one train, only to find that they never even made it to the station.

This isn't the first time the world has come to an end, and it won't be the last either.

What is a writer of fiction but a liar with a licence?

You don't write because someone sets assignments! You write because you need to write, or because you hope someone will listen or because writing will mend something broken inside you or bring something back to life.

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.