I was fascinated by The Lord of the Rings from about the age of eight and that lasted well into my teens.

It was a dark, blustery afternoon in spring, and the city of London was chasing a small mining town across the dried-out bed of the old North Sea.

Moving cities are a fairly hoary old sci-fi trope - I seem to recall they were always cropping up on Doctor Who when I was young, though I may be misremembering.

An Engineer is no match for a Historian with his dander up!

The one thing worse than an enemy is a friend turned false.

Godshawk looked surprised, the way that people generally do when you ask them philosophical questions in shrubberies in the middle of the night.

I was fascinated by The Lord of the Rings from about the age of eight and that lasted well into my teens.