This time next week I’ll officially not live in London any more, a strange feeling after more than a decade in the closest I’ve ever had to a home city… I know I’ll still be working here, but it’s only one day a week so most of my life will be out of the city and, unless something dramatic happens to my finances or house prices here, I’ll never move back. Not saying I’m regretting the decision to leave, but it’s going to be weird especially with me spending the next year ending of Twilight Reign, a series that’s occupied the whole of the same decade.
My only question to myself is – where will I be in another ten years? Am hoping some castle in Scotland, but we’ll have to see how well Empire of a Hundred Houses sells first! ;0)
PS – Just finished Dragonfly Falling, Adrian Tchaikovsky’s second novel – and I’m glad to say it reminded me why I’m such a fan of epic fantasy. You know, the sort of books that you can lose yourself in the story for hundreds of pages – intricate and involved without being convoluted, lots of action and characterisation combined and a strong, satisfying ending. I can’t ask for more than that!