I thought it appropriate to go out with fireworks flashing in the night, showing off some of my work rather than with a whimper. As this is

I am often asked, writing all these stories based in Scotland if I ever wear a kilt. The answer is yes, rarely, but yes.

Moon children, Riversprites and things that live only in darkness inhabit every corner of this tale. Datrkness abounds and the angels of old

The snow softly fell, a blanket, quiet and perfect lay upon a quiet land. The footfalls of animals, both predator and prey were unheard.

For a new book to come out., and I am not one to disapoint my readers. "He, who is Lost" will be released at midnight tomorrow. The book has been written for...