Helen Varras' Story Book

   When they heard it on the news, they did not worry. It happened more than 100 miles from where they lived but the escape was countrywide...

   “ Dear Herbert, everything I own I leave to you. Since it is your responsibility now, it is up to you what you are going to do with it. ...

   His body moved passionately with every note, absorbing the music. His fingers kissed the ivory and ebony keys in changing tempo's. T...

The edge of the cliff. A dangerous place to be, she knew that, was born here.    But an indefinable feeling that made her body tremble, dro...

   She sat on a stone at the bank of the River Wharfe in Langstrothdale, her arms folded around the long skirt that covered her legs, and...

   “Made of Ash tree”. The voice of my creator was soft, more like a whisper. His beautiful Irish accent   mentioning my name – Ashplant ...