I don’t know whether anyone has missed me, but I have been away a very, very long time. I managed to lock myself out of here and couldn’t get back in. It probably won’t be long before I manage to do that again, so I’d better make the most of it while I am still here before, like Brigadoon, I drift softly away into the mists of time.
And speaking of time, I’ve been up to rather a lot since I’ve been away. I have published three more works of fiction, including my most recent historical novel, set partly in the medieval year of 1191. As part of it is set in 2006 you may have guessed, it involves a little time travel too. It’s called, appropriately enough,
For many years, the old tree stood alone as history unfolded around it. It watched and waited, guarding its secrets well. Today, the heat enveloped it in a shimmering haze. Although there was no breeze, the leaves began to tremble. A low hum seemed to come from deep within.
As Marion stumbled towards it that sultry spring day, how could she have known she was the one it had been waiting for? How could she have guessed it would draw her into the very fabric of time? How could she have imagined the dangers she would face? For the tree was the gateway between two worlds.