Im a devotee of Dracula, which was a pathfinder in horror and vampire fiction.

She looked, and a scarlet butterfly flew away from her, away down the length of the tower, and then another, another, an unraveling scarf of butterflies like winged blood.

When I started as a writer, I knew nothing about publishing-nothing about anything!

I just love writing. It's magical, it's somewhere else to go, it's somewhere much more dreadful, somewhere much more exciting. Somewhere I feel I belong, possibly more than in the so-called real world.

If you run away from trouble, it always follows.' Rather my impression, too. Though that never stopped me trying.

Whatever the hell I am, I am Me.

There was no violence, no speed. It moved to the rhythm of an elder dance, putting all the rituals of the world to shame. Black, silver, gold and moon-opal, night and sea, fire, earth, air and water.