For you where never my blood sister so no more shall I call you little sister

Mourning Ruby is not a flat landscape: it is more like a box with pictures painted on every face. And each face is also a door which opens, I hope, to take the reader deep into the book.

In a world without air all you breathe is adventure!

I wish I was away in Ingo
Far across the briny sea
Sailing over deepest waters
Where neither care nor worry trouble me.

Those who try to obliterate the past are injuring the present.

If your'e sad then there's no way that your'e happy at the same.