Prologue
You should never judge a book by it's cover and nothing could be said that could be more true in relation to the young woman sitting in the back of a cab, on her way to London.
You could never guess
her name.
You could never guess
what she was best at.
You could never guess
what she has done.
And you could never guess
what she will do.
Everyone is good at something, whether it is working with numbers or words, being good at painting, or drawing, or playing a musical instrument, or understanding a science. Everyone is good at something. But the world would be a boring place if there wasn't the odd little person who was good at the strangest of things.
After all, there is so much in the world
and nothing is impossible.
