I was brought up in Devon and Somerset, counties in the West of England steeped in myth and magic. I have been writing fiction ever since I could hold a pen without throwing it across the room to see what noise it would make.
Early fiction seemed to consist of Chapter One of a novel. These attempts were slightly hampered by unimaginative teachers who insisted that telling a murder story from the point of view of the dead man wasn't possible. 'Dead men can't talk', they'd say. 'Have you seen the Prime Minis more...
