The Looking Glass 1997 Think of a puppy. A puppy with melting eyes and velvety ears, the shape of a cracker. A bouncy Boston terrier puppy, crazily chasing a ball. Moments ticked by as the dog reverie failed to calm Bronwyn’s racing heart. A sunset over the ocean. No, maybe seagulls gliding on the wind. […]
I love nothing more than to write and create stories which ignite the reader’s imagination. To me, there is no greater feeling then when you lose yourself in a great story and it is that feeling of ultimate escapism which I try to bring to my books, drawing inspiration from more or less anything and everything.