It’s time to return from the holidays and get back with old friends:
Everyone, in life real or fictional, wants to have a place to call their own. It’s one of the concepts I keep returning to in the novel, because it’s truly a focus for my kids. They have their childhood homes; they have their rooms at the school; they have their space where they share dreams. It’s something I feel right–had for a few years now–because I sometimes feel like I have no real place to live, that I have no real home at the moment.
But that’s me: my kids, they’re finally back home to, as Kerry called it, “Salem Home.” Like it or not, since about a week after they arrived at school back in their A Levels, they’ve called good old Cernunnos Tower home, or at least Annie started that and Kerry picked up on it quickly. Everything after that was, “Let’s go home, Sweetie,” and given how they were developing as…
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