The Road To Ophir

There's nowhere for some men to go, like a man with a forty-two year old back and one word carved into his forehead, one word that makes men lift their guns and say "Go." There's nowhere for that man to go but where the trouble began, but he has to stop sometime, some place he can be easy. And he'll tell his story but he'll only tell it once, he can't help but change the details if he tells it twice.

In a previous life, not so long ago, I won mentorships with the Australian Society of Authors and the Australian Horror Writers Association and I've been lucky enough to see my Little Red Ute children's books published by Scholastic Australia.