![]() When I wrote, that summer, and asked my friend Louise if she would come with me on a car trip to Provence, I had no idea that I might be issuing an invitation to danger. I opened it at the first page, and was immediately hooked: What an intriguing title, I thought, and picked up the book. Suddenly, my eye was caught by a title along the ‘S’ row: Madam, Will You Talk? ![]() I’d been looking for a Rosemary Sutcliff book, but I’d read all the ones that were on the shelf. It was a grey, rainy lunchtime in the school library and I was about 15. I well remember the first time I picked up a Mary Stewart book. ![]() Today I want to present something a bit different–an appreciation of Mary Stewart, one of the authors who really fired my teenage imagination and helped to turn me into a writer. ![]()
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