I wound up studying art and design, got a job at Lonely Planet Publications as a designer, cartographer and illustrator.

Inspiration comes from so many sources. Music, other fiction, the non-fiction I read, TV shows, films, news reports, people I know, stories I hear, misheard words or lyrics, dreams

Tayend nodded. “I know it won’t. I admit I was worried about you, but you are still your old self, underneath.” Dannyl straightened in protest. “Underneath what?” The Elyne stood up, waving one hand in Dannyl’s direction. “All…that.” “I’m reeling at your descriptive clarity,” Dannyl told him.

Cery: So, Hem, tell me why I shouldn't see how many holes I need to make before you start leaking money?

Extending his senses, Lorkin tried again to hear his mother’s surface thoughts. What he picked up seemed too out of character, however. He must be imagining it. Though…it was also odd that he would imagine his mother thinking such a string of curse words.

I have always been fascinated by the supernatural elements in stories, whether fairy tales, myths, film or literature.

How am I going to make friends with these people if all I can think of is how easy it would be to rob them?