At present I am writing four books, THE MAN WHO WALKED SIDEWAYS : THE RUNE DROOGS : BLUE SKY ON MARS : THE DEVIL'S WESSEL : Sleep and dream and in the dream awaken and forge the coming day to be, for the dawning hungrily awaits us. THE DEVIL'S TAROT ‘A mortal amongst angels can be mistaken for a devil. But in the company of demons, he is but a dark angel forever misunderstood…' I sat in the cave entrance. No one spoke. There was no need. In the firelight we read each other’s facial feelings. We needed no words. Words were for water, food, hunger, follow me, hunt, kill! The word for love was nonexistent. Love was a shared feeling which needed no words, nor their clumsy usage. Love was emotion, passion, shared by mating pairs, a glance, a touch, a mutual moment in the cave. I looked at my woman. Her eyes beheld me. Mine beheld her. I played my sound bone, uncovering and covering each of the four wind holes. The noise lit colours in the cave of mind.