I like to imagine there were more of us in the beginning. Not many, I suppose. But more than there are now.

There was no normal. There never had been. "Normal" and "natural" were the biggest lies we'd ever created.

I fell even more deeply in love with Tolkiens legendarium after studying Old English literature at uni, as I got a sense of the historical events and cultures that Tolkien used to create his world. My favourite of his imaginary locations is Lothlorien.

Nothing’s worse than a story without an end.

My father thought I would lead a simple life; that I was bright but unambitious, complacant with whatever work life threw at me. My father, as usual, was wrong.

I don't know. I just want you with me. I had never said those words aloud. Now that I could taste my freedom I wanted him to share it with me. But he couldn't change his life for me. And I couldn't sacrifice my life to be with him

I like to imagine there were more of us in the beginning. Not many, I suppose. But more than there are now.