From the Author
When beginning The Mazer, I had no such profound thoughts running through my mind. Instead, I had a glorious vision of a beautiful island growing out of the sea. A small place; one large town; few roads to speak of. But rivers fast and blue, fields of yellow and green, forests of darkness and depth, and coastlines of silvery gray.
Populating my little island brought a few surprises. The citizens of Southernwood, for example, are a practical lot. They've never wondered, as you or I might, why a tree should go out of its way to compose a poem or two now and again. They would certainly never think twice about idly scribbling on a leaf with a treequill, or researching their family history on the leaves in the Albatorium library, where Marchus, the archivist, would leap out of a dusty corner to help out if need be. In other ways, our islanders are very much like us, for I know nobody who would refuse an invitation to the Albatorium halls to sample some the delicacies of Winifred's kitchen!
An island and its people. And their story? Yes, this was the most fascinating part of writing - asking myself questions, pinning down reasons and motives, weaving the past into the "now" of the tale, slowly but surely understanding more about the world I was creating. It's been an incredible adventure, but that adventure is only mine. The fruit of that adventure, however - the story of The Mazer - belongs to you.