There Was A Time When The Young Of Many Clans Joined Together To Make New Clans.
Illness And Accidents Were Mysterious Manifestations Of The War Of The Spirits, Fought On The Battleground Of The Body.
I Have Been A Reader Of Science Fiction And Fantasy For A Long Time, Since I Was 11 Or 12 I Think, So I Understand It And I'm Not At All Surprised That Readers Of The Genre Might Enjoy My Books.
I Had An Idea For A Story About A Young Woman Who Was Living With People Who Were Different, Not Just Superficially Different - Such As Hair Colour, Or Eye Colour, Or Skin Colour - But Different In Some Significant Way.
The Idea Led Me Into The Research, Which Continues To Give Me More Ideas For The Story.
I Can't Tell You Any More Than Any Other Writer Can Tell You Why They Write, And I Don't Know What My Influences Are.
My Fiction Is Reviewed By The Mainstream Press, By Science Fiction Periodicals, Romance Magazines, Small Press Publications And Various Other Journals, Including Some Usually Devoted To Archaeological And Other Science Material.
But When Did You See Her, Talk To Me? When Did You See Her Go Into The Cave? Why Did You Threaten To Strike A Spirit? You Still Don't Understand, Do You? You Acknowledged Her, Broud, She Has Beaten You. You Did Everything You Could To Her, You Even Cursed Her. She's Dead, And Still She Won. She Was A Woman, And She Had More Courage Than You, Broud, More Determination, More Self-control. She Was More Man Than You Are. Ayla Should Have Been The Son Of My Mate.
