All my writing so far has either been collaboration or adaptation. This space is where I can write with my own voice and in my own style.
I hope you like it. I do!
From Beneath You...
There weren’t always dragons in The Valley Genetic Research Laboratory in New Aber. Ffion had worked incredibly hard to engineer them and now, finally, the first dragon had been born. She sat, holding this fragile leathery ball, its thick skin the deep blue of the ocean at midnight and watched as it uncurled its stiff wings for the first time. There were still small fragments of ostrich shell stuck to its tiny, spined back as it shook its wings out and raised its head. Eyes opened up; so deep and bottomless it seemed as if this pocket-sized beast was born with the knowledge of the ancients. It gazed up at Ffion’s face, tilted its head and let out a little trill, like a piccolo clearing its throat.
In which Tom meets Sylvan Tom was an ordinary lad. He lived in an ordinary house on an ordinary street with his ordinary sister and their ordinary Mum and Dad. His Dad, Brian, worked for a big bank. He wasn’t a cashier; he was higher up than that but not quite high enough to be a manager. Brian was in charge of mortgages. Tom’s mother, Jane, worked voluntarily for Oxfam two days a week. Other than that, she attended the WI on a Wednesday evening and, on a Saturday night, played Canasta with Brian, Linda and Gordon & Shelly and Kevin. Tom’s sister, Gillian, was doing her GCSEs and was on target to get 9 grade Bs. Tom, who was (and always will be) a little older, had just finished his first year A Levels, achieving all Bs in his mocks.