We have crossed the

We have crossed the boundary that lies between Republic and Empire. If you ask when, the answer is that you cannot make a single stroke between day and night: the precise moment does not matter. There was no painted sign to say: ‘You are now entering Imperium.’ Yet it was a very old road and … Read more

It was the most

It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. How the artist captured the light, the details of my mother’s dimples, the joy in my father’s eyes, all through gentle strokes from his palette. The artist made me look alive when I felt lonely and grim inside. That’s the way this man saw me. I … Read more

Water, wind and birdsong

Water, wind and birdsong were the echoes in this quiet place of a great chiming symphony that was surging around the world. Knee-deep in grasses and moon daisies, Stella stood and listened, swaying a little as the flowers and trees were swaying, her spirit voice singing loudly, though her lips were still, and every pulse … Read more

At some point in

At some point in my life I realized I knew only celebrities, I didn’t know any real people. I think it was a master stroke of Fate that in researching the greatest celebrity of them all, I would at last be meeting real people, finding them more extraordinary than celebrities; fascinated by them all and … Read more