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After being banished into deep space and forgotten, these outcasts made contact with alien species and raised a great army for their return. But an ensuing stalemate between the forces required new tactics. So the enemy infiltrated the isolated plane The time was Walter was a cook at Dawson's Famous Seafood Restaurant supporting his tubercular wife in an inland sanatorium and their daughter, who lived with her mother's parents.

He was a loner who minded his own business until Corinne came t We met as big-game hunters, stalking the most vicious creature in the Universe'the Pondoro Wolverine, also known as the greer. Now we're on the planet Ptolemy for an even more d Me and my robot. We're big game hunters. And we're after the biggest game in the known universe. The Pondoro Wolverine -- also known as the greer.

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And deadly. The hunter who taught me to stalk them had to grow a new leg to replace the one a We use cookies to ensure the best user experience at FictionDB. By continuing to browse our site you are agreeing to our use of cookies per our User Agreement. I wouldn't have said that my first full length novel, which was never published, was particularly edgy and that was Middle Grade.

But then, to be honest, I was told that Angel's Fury was unique and controversial by my lovely editor. I didn't really know that it was, until it was pointed out to me! What are the key issues that are touched upon in your book or books? The nightmares suffered by the protagonist surround the death of a little Jewish girl, Zillah. I include scenes inspired by the holocaust and mention death camps. Many of my main characters have been reincarnated and one other in particular was KKK.

In my original draft I dealt much more intensely with the issue of racism, as one of the modern characters was also Jewish, but I actually had to rewrite him, as my editor felt the book was getting too controversial. My book is really about the evils that man has perpetrated, not just against those of other colour, but against anyone at all different. It's about hate and love, forgiveness and redemption, good and evil - the little things. What made you decide to deal with these issues and were you nervous about choosing to use these issues in your fiction? I didn't make a conscious decision to deal with the holocaust in a controversial way.

My thought process was more organic than that. I had a girl who I knew was a reincarnation of someone from a terrible point in history. I knew she suffered from horrible nightmares, so I simply tried to think what point in history was most horrible, to fit in with Cassie's character. The rest grew from that.

Awareness of what I'd done in terms of potential controversy came retrospectively. Can you give us a quote from your most recent book? Something that perhaps highlights some of the issue you deal with? This is an extract from one of Cassie's dreams It leaves behind a sickening silence.

I struggle to see through the barley as the terrible men move into the field. Some of them are carrying shovels. I crouch next to Daddy and shove my fingers in my mouth. He invokes the name of God but the men ignore him. The sound of the gun going off is like the crack of ice on the winter river. I shut my eyes. The barley rustles right beside me but I keep my eyes squeezed tight. But there is no other noise and after a while I have to look.

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One of them is standing above me, looking down with a half smile on his face. He is young. My lips tremble hopefully. Then he raises his gun. When is your book available for readers to buy? My book is available for pre-order now from Amazon, WHSmith etc. In answer to Bryony's wonderful post, I write because I have something to say and as someone who tends to be involved in social and political issues, often around the Other in our society, these things have underpinned my writing career, for both adults and children, in fiction, poetry and journalism.

It landed with an actual thud. I swear I saw the letters splurt forth from the moment of impact. No longer do we need to tell her to say sorry and kiss Alfi. Watching Olive interact with Alfi is to see a demonstration of the most very basic of animal antics.

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You are small. I can stand. You cannot. I like the sound of your head banging against the wood. Laughing we are not well sometimes we do. We are at least grateful Dhanu is not made of steel. Watching the girls makes me ponder that surely all children everywhere with siblings, have endured this abuse and come out OK?

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I mean I am one of four and look how balanced I turned out…. The View From the Hatch — in my experience, the view when in marinas like this is always the same. Shops and restaurants. Lots of lights. Lots of noise. Palm trees, those short stumpy ones which Olive refers to as pineapple tress — how totally logical.

Makes me wonder why there are not pineapples hanging from them? From inside the cabin, we can hear Burger King operatives calling customers names out over a PA system. Oh yeah baby, we are living the dream. At first I thought it was Canarian bingo. However I must not complain as the upside to being moored next to Burger King is that they have a set of play tunnels for kids which Olive loves as do we as it exhausts her. It is free and on the doorstep…she has mastered the three tiered swirl of primal coloured plastic which she descends in a giddy heap taking out which ever Canarian child was in the way.

Thank you Burger King. On being port bound — it is frustrating. The trick is to try and enjoy it even though you are preparing to leave. The real ball ache is that I have almost forgotten what it is to be at sea. I know it will take at least a few days to find the rhythm and that until we do sailing will be a shock to the system.

I was reminded of all this when looking around the boat today.

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It is a different place when in port, when inert. I looked at all the piles and collections of things that had fallen into synch with one another over the last few months and realised they would not stand a chance at sea. They would all have to be swooped away and re-housed.

Where would they go? Life inside the cabin would have to be once more, secured, cushions stuffed here and there and surfaces cleared and missiles lashed down. I can almost hear the clinking of jars and bottles, the tinkling of aluminium items in the pan locker, persistently clanging away. But then in imagining that it will also follow that if I stick my head out of the hatch, we will be moving forward.

The sea will be alive. The wind will hug my ears. The stars will be out with any luck. The girls will be sleeping. And Ben and I will be feeling positive and focused and expectant and free.

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Oh yes please. It is aboard Dhanu. There are shreds of tinsel stuff on the floor. Alfi is crawling around with a maraca that looks like a frog hanging out of her mouth thanks Aunty Harry. She reminds me of a beautiful little grenade with a tempting colourful pin dangling out of her pursed little determined lips. It is very amusing.

Olive is standing semi naked watching octonauts. I am writing this. Ben is checking the weather. Our bellies are full. Wine seems always to have been in my glass. It has been a lovely simple Christmas day, as Christmassy as any Christmas can be in a warm place. We got up late and deployed presents. Few squabbles ensued as to which ones Olive thought she deserved.

Poor Alfi. Owns nothing. It is either used or stolen by Olive. Nevermind…she is starting to fight back. Olive better watch out. Then we went out for Christmas lunch we had forgotten to buy food despite the two supermarket trips spent provisioning the boat. The girls got to wear exceptionally pretty dresses that were given to them by a dear friend of mine. Thank you Shazia. They are the most beautiful dresses that will probably ever be in their locker and certainly the only to match. Here they are are looking like children of a bygone era.

Quickly, we found a local restaurant with tables outside. The menu was given verbally in no uncertain terms. It comprised of either fish or fish. We opted for fish, the mixed grill for two. What arrived was a platter that would have fed four. We ate the whole thing. And along with an entire tuna salad that she polished off, Olive also made a bid for the fish heads!

All washed down with beer. Totally delicious. Then a stroll to the play park for some swings and slides. If you should ever need to know of any play parks between Falmouth and here, just ask. Play parks and supermarkets. And bakeries, tourist centres, fresh veg markets. Oh yeah, and chandleries. How to plot the globe! There are some very sweet videos that my connection aint having, so Ill have to post those another day.

So now we are vertical, vegging out. Most probably in a similar state to you. Bit bloated. Bit knackered. Very gratefully, wine assisted. Feeling positive whilst watching my kids and thinking of you all back there. Happy Christmas! We are in Lanzarote and have been here since 19th. The first three days in a lovely anchorage. But intended weather blew us in to the marina, where we are now. Or in fact, did all it could to blow us away from it. I think at one point we were actually going backwards.