When I was a little girl - about six years old - I had an imaginary land I would adventure too called 'A Land in the Clouds' ....

Last night I was an observer to a really great sci-fi story. Fully fleshed out characters, settings and plot all rolled into a dream.

I'm either going to be called super dedicated to one story or really crazy because I write myself into a loop trying to finish an epic quest

So, I have come upon a bit of a new quandary while writing Surge. As I sat at my café today writing the next instalment....

It became obvious rather quickly that Little Doc had performed the boarding process several times before and partook in it now....

The sword hissed by Tyrin’s ear. With a twist he glided past the swing, allowing his bare foot-paws to carry him...

Light glossed over a round bed and the tiny curled up figure therein.