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

Darling girl, blinded by foolish thoughts of love. How to tell her that the hearts of men were not so easily won. If won, rarely kept.

To abandon a child, she had once said to someone, when she thought Cassandra couldn't hear, was an act so cold, so careless, it refused forgiveness.

It's a funny thing, character, the way it brands people as they age, rising from within to leave its scar.

People might think writing is a hard business, but it's nowhere near acting.

Time had a way of moulding people into shapes they themselves no longer recognised.

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