My boy-ee.

I am the great therapist Dr. Thessalty, alas now debarred from the medical community for supposedly assuming I was a horse. Alas the true reason for my unfortunate refusal from the medical profession was simply envy of my fine fawn jacket.

In 1989 I wrote a series of scripts for the BBC. Sadly they were declined on purely moral grounds. I predicted a future of wizards, vampires and perculiarly clanging aliens. The BBC deemed my tales simply too 'overbearingly erotic' for national publication, to say nothing of the 'mortal peril' it placed it would place its watchers in.

So here, for the first time, my collection of psychological chillers. Many have called me the 'Orson Welles of terror', a title which frankly seems justly deserved. English is not my native language, alas, therefore there may be some discrepancy amongst my many works. As a boy, I grew up on the foothills of the punjab, playing with the desert skinks and the occasional camel. I first arrived in the bold nation of Austria in 1976 where I have lived all my life.

And finally, as a warning to all potential readers, you will get wet.