Sarah Silverwood lives and writes in Buckinghamshire, England. She has had a lot of jobs - some of which were mind-numbingly dull and some of which definitely weren't - but has decided that writing books is by far the best of them. She has a cat instead of a husband and children, because apparently the latter get irritable if you take off for a few days' adventure without warning. A cat is likely to sleep through it. Most of the time she can be found somewhere in her own imagination. She likes it in there.
