The certainty that she would find what it was she sought just slipped away, until one night she knew there was nothing, no one waiting for her. That no matter how far she walked, how carefully she searched, how much she wanted to find the person she was looking for, she was alone" - The Forgotten Garden

I simply love writing good stories, that's my passion.

When reason sleeps, the monsters of repression will emerge.

Even the most pragmatic person fell victim at times to a longing for something other.

The stretch of years leaves none unmarked: the blissful sense of youthful invincibility peels away and responsibility brings its weight to bear.

Nell was not one for friends and had never hidden her distaste for most other humans, their neurotic compulsion for the acquisition of allies.

There's a market for mysteries for adults. That feeling of opening a book and delving inside and not coming out until you've closed the book.