Everyone Is Small At Night.

Quite Suddenly Meggie Felt Fear Rise In Her Like Black Brackish Water, She Felt Lost, Terribly Lost, She Felt It In Every Part Of Her. She Didn't Belong Here! What Had She Done?

You Really Don't Understand The First Thing About Writing...for One Thing, Early In The Morning Is The Worst Possible Time. The Brain Is Like A Wet Sponge At That Hour. And For Another, Real Writing Is A Question Of Staring Into Space And Waiting For The Right Ideas.

I Like To Visit My Horse, Have A Walk With My Dog.

I Think We Should Sometimes Read Stories Where Everything's Different From Our World, Don't You Agree? There's Nothing's Like It For Teaching Us To Wonder Why Trees Are Green And Not Red, And Why We Have Five Fingers Rather Than Six.' --spoken By The Bluejay, Aka Mo The Bookbinder, From 'inkdeath

I Always Wanted To Ride A Dragon Myself, So I Decided To Do This For A Year In My Imagination.