writers just kept on staring at nothing until they wrote something. Might be two minutes or two weeks.

Before you hate something you should try to understand it.

Elf made his way fuzzily back to the drawer, trying to think nasty thoughts about his tormentor (Mungo the dog) but he couldn't, as he was too little and his mind was formless and without messages.( Elf the tiny kitten Mungo tormented )

writers just kept on staring at nothing until they wrote something. Might be two minutes or two weeks.

The English inn stands permanently planted at the confluence of the roads of history, memory, and romance.

Intricately plotted, beautifully paced, The Music of the Spheres is an elegant historical novel rich in detail, at times Dickensian in its description of London. Elizabeth Redfern has made an exciting debut.

An idyllic childhood is probably illusion.