The irruption of the supernatural into our world is a much more enticing notion to explore than the same thing happening in some past time, or in a wholly imaginary world.

It sounds creepy, but I always liked the idea of disappearing then becoming something new. That of course was before I disappeared.

I never think about genre when I work. I've written fantasy, science fiction, supernatural fiction, and am now working on a suspense novel. Genres are mostly useful as a marketing tool, and to help booksellers known where to shelve a book.

There is a love of wood, as of other things that do not answer to our touch.

I went to college to study drama where I discovered I had no talent and after a period of dropping out majored in cultural anthropology which of course meant more masks and dancing. I studied what interested me and so I had to become a writer because my education had left me unsuited for a decent well-paying job.

Real myths are often strange and startlingly unfamiliar, and don't always give up their meanings easily you have to tease them out, and for me, that's one of the pleasures of reading older collections of lore.

Endless longing a face you'd known since childhood, since birth almost a body that moved as though it were your own. These were things you never spoke of, things you never hoped for things you could never admit to. Things you'd die for, and die of.