The Lake of Dreams grew gradually, over many years, elements and ideas accruing until they gained enough critical mass to become a novel.

Grief, it seemed, was a physical place.

Photography is all about secrets... The secrets we all have and will never tell.

Norah watched him, serious and utterly absorbed in his task, overcome by the simple fact of his existence.

Your understanding of a place changes the longer you stay; you discover more, and your own life gets woven into the fabric of the community.

It's funny how things seem different, suddenly.

He had handed his daughter to Caroline Gill and that act had led him here, years later, to this girl in motion of her own, this girl who had decided yes, a brief moment of release in the back of a car, in the room of a silent house, this girl who had stood up later, adjusting her clothes, with now knowledge of how that moment was already shaping her life.