​     "Merlin's path is not quite plant power ... but then you have always known that Gabriel. If we are successful, then the next part of your boy's destiny will unfold as it should. The island that was lost will again be a special place for the Order of Lumen and he will have a major part to play in achieving that. I will teach him to walk between worlds and he will learn easily, for Nard's blood flows strong in his veins. The Sisters of Arian taught me, though I had to work hard to create a good portal... but then, you know my story."
   "I do, Morag, but Daisy keeps asking me questions. She wants to know why you have no surname and where your family are."
   "Then tell her, Gabriel. She has become a part of my story in the present so she might as well know the past."
   Gabriel nodded, thinking what a good tale that would make, sitting around a roaring fire on a chilly night after the Festival of Earthstill. 

Out soon, The Garden of Possibility, the third and final instalment of the Order of Lumenor trilogy. The Treasure Keepers are now at the point of destiny for which they were born. Together they share responsibility for the dawning of a New Age in their world. Through all the fury of dark storms, mind invaders and attacks by hellish creatures, they must attempt to raise their world to its next level at sunrise on the first day of Floria.   Toby Malone and Daisy Evans, who have one last part to play in Lumenor’s destiny, are drawn yet again through a doorway taking them across time and space towards a final conflict that could lock Dark Star out of Lumenor forever.

​Moondark Manor was gloomy and sinister. There were neither flowering shrubs nor plants to soften the stark grey granite or add a little cheerful colour to please the eye and make it more inviting. This was a house of mysterious comings and goings, a place of deep shadows that offered not the slightest welcome to either visitors or travellers, but then, that is exactly what its residents wanted. The smaller buildings surrounding the main house, formed a compound built from the same sombre stone, tucked away, isolated and secure within one of the many mountainous and wooded regions of Albon.

"Then sing to me Astarion," ... the creature opened its mouth and the melody like pure notes from a single flute danced around the turret. It was as if the walls had dissolved and the room was merging into the emptiness of deepest space. Toby was standing on the edge of a galaxy as he melted into the magic pulsating through his brain, transforming the music into the lines of a riddle. "I have it Daisy ... write down everything I say ...

Within the eastern north there lies an ancient way
Please fill your cup with water from a jewelled bay.
At Floria dawn the Song of Narda shall be heard
If you should chance to glimpse the Spirit Bird.
When moon glows full on ocean pale and cold
Her wings unfurl in silken feathers white and gold.
Your vision straight toward a coloured haven flies
Where Treasures wait in circles for the sun to rise.
Across the lake of crystals, through the silver trees
Ancestral stones unlock with gilded dragon keys.
To seek the centre, wind around the shining paths
When five connect then Lumenor shall rise at last.