Memory Is A Cruel Mistress With Whom

Mother Didn't Understand That Children Aren't Frightened By Stories; That Their Lives Are Full Of Far More Frightening Things Than Those Contained In Fairy Tales.

I Simply Love Writing Good Stories, That's My Passion.

She's One Of The Few People Able To Look Beyond The Lines On My Face To See The Twenty-year-old Who Lives Inside.

But Everyone's An Expert With The Virtue Of Hindsight . . . .

Cassandra's Grandmother Smiled Then, Only It Wasn't A Happy Smile. Cassandra Thought She Knew How It Felt To Smile Like That. She Often Did So Herself When Her Mother Promised Her Something She Really Wanted But Knew Might Not Happen.