'Cecelia was only a little girl. She couldn't fight like I could. I called my mother the dragon because it allowed my imagination to take me away from her brutal reality. I didn't get locked in the green cupboard at all; instead, I lived in a beautiful castle in the misty Glasshouse Mountains where I was sure my knight fought ogres, games and leprechauns to rescue me. My story begins five years ago, when I journeyed a path with my suicidal sister- a path I'm glad I walked and feel grateful that Cecelia helped me through. Eight days it took... eight fucking hard, long days. ' (Publication summary)
