Change & transformation. That kind of magic.

It’s funny isn’t it, how everything’s changing all time. Nothing stays still.

Lying in their field above the sea, watching the sun go down and the darkness creep over the field so that they were wrapped together in shadow. Will propped himself on one elbow beside her,...

What i realise now is that the story actually did have a happy ending: the children came back. In spite of everything the adults did to them, the children found their own way home, their...

There is always that choice, the light or the dark

But you still need the two: the dark and the light. You can’t see one without the other.

I don’t believe in the white spectre-type of ghosts you get in stories, but what if ghosts are something else? Like memories somehow caught and trapped in time, released by being in certain places where...

There’s this rushing sound, like white noise.The sound of nothing.

You’re not really in control, not with this falling-for-people stuff. You don’t plan who you’re going to fall in love with. It’s all random – chance accidents of time and place.

That’s what memory is like: layers, one overlapping another, and compacting down the way old leaves slowly crumble and turn to a rich peaty soil, nourishing the new things that will grow. It’s why it’s...

Some things get lost others return. That is how it is: the way of things.

There are lots of different ways grown-ups disappear. It’s lonely being the one left behind.