Dear Mr. Cornwell, looking at this screen for minutes on end has proven ineffective in my efforts to write you a decent message. You’ll just have to settle for this one. I am completely in love with your works and I am pretty sure I am ruining my social life by refusing to go out with friends so I can spend the day with one of your books. Presently, I’m reading the Saxon Stories and I’ve just ordered the final book alllllll the way from the UK, hoping to get it before everyone else so I can brag about it and seem cool (well, you know. Cooler). Let it be known that you are responsible for me nearly falling off my window as I watch the street for postmen until the book comes. Shame on you. Thank you for your amazing stories. You are truly an inspiration in how you write and in what you write. Big hugs from a Brazilian fan. (PS. We don’t actually have snakes everywhere here, don’t be afraid to drop on by!)

Anna Guimarães