It is a delicate dance as I step between memories and thoughts of you, and my words take form. Sometimes, subtle and shy; a ghost prowling the corridors of night. Or perhaps the exultation of a bird on the wing. Summer returns. I am a Swallow in flight, spiralling in the arms of the wind.
My paranormal fiction reflects my deep passion for the numinous realms. I love myth and mystery and magical things, and journeys to that liminal place where the veil between worlds is gossamer thin...
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