M. L Farr is a Welsh author, playwright and very occasional human. A bizzare individual who wanders around all day, pen in hand, waiting for inspiration to creep up and surprise him like a mad goose at a lake. Only with more words and less feathers and beaks. Known for "Too Much, Too Little, Too Late', (a play). 'Blood Island' , (a novel) and fondness of hot chocolate, (the beverage). Farr takes us on a light-hearted journey of discovery. If you are looking for a fantasy that makes a serious comment on modern society, or the stresses of coming of age, or something that reflects the way we cope with the inner demons that we all hide deep within the recesses of our souls, this book is not at all for you. If, on the other hand, you are after a little silly escapism; the kind of book that a grown man who likes to wear masks might keep in his kitty backpack just in case he needs to take his mind off the real world for a moment or two, then you should go for it. Who knows, if enough people read this nonsense, Farr may share the rest of the stories with us too.