When magical creatures need a cure, they journey to the Wizard's Hospital.
On a cold day in December, a mysterious man makes a pilgrimage to a hidden corner of Montreal, Canada. He has been walking for almost 2000 years and must negotiate a dwarf, a three-headed dog, and worse yet, pesky apprentices before reaching the poutine-loving wizard named Noah who might be able to help him.
I read, therefore I am. I've been reading since my parents used to abandon me at the library.
When I was ten years old, we moved to Frankfurt, Germany, to a relative dearth of English books, and I started writing stories instead.
We moved back to Canada, and I started reading voraciously again, abandoning my pen and word processor for a few years before picking them up again. Nowadays, I read and write whenever I can, although my day/night jobs of emergency medicine and motherhood whisk me away regularly.