Beyond the door the pathway waits,
Through trees and tiny fairy gates,
Lined with velvet petals sweet
Mosses soft beneath your feet
Branches whisper as you pass
Trailing fingers through long grass
Singing sigh of leaves that fall
As you approach the elven hall
Twigs like fingers pull your hair
Vines appearing from thin air
To wrap you in a green embrace
Leaves to cover up your face
Music lulls you deeper still
Pulled into the fairy hill
There to spend your final hours
Bound amongst the scattered flowers
So take the pathway if you dare
You know not what you’ll find in there…
The thought of finding magic in ordinary places is one that I love; the idea that just stepping off the path could take you somewhere unexpected. It’s part of what inspires my writing. When I was a child I did find a strange valley and hear a scream – the incident stayed with me and was the starting point of the Ambeth Chronicles.
I’ve lived around the world, Toronto, Vancouver, Melbourne, Sydney, but started life in Coventry, England. A couple of years ago I moved back to my native England and, once settled, started to write about Ambeth. The name ‘Ambeth’ comes from the Welsh ‘am byth’, which means forever, a nod to my Welsh family background and the fact that for me, Wales is my heart home.
Ambeth is not the only world I plan to visit in my books, but it’s where I am now. When I’m not writing, I like to walk, paint and study karate (when housework and family life permit!) Life has been a journey to get me to this point but I can honestly say I’ve lived it and am grateful for every day.