I don’t have a very good memory. It’s a symptom of childhood trauma, according to my therapist. I’m missing such big chunks that I remember people being in my life but I don’t know how or when they stopped being there.  I don’t know how I got to this point.   I’m a writer but I don’t know my own story. How ironic.   I was born in the UK until my widowed father fell in love with an architect from Mobia and followed her over here. What he didn’t realise was that this island is also the site of Bunland Mountain, a volcano believed to be a source of magic and when close, supernatural beings take on their true form and have access to their powers.  I&rsquo