Author's notes… Well, that may be pushing it a bit, but since some questions have been asked, I thought I might as well put the answers here on the off chance that anyone else is interested.

Here goes: I was asked by someone how this story came about in the first place, and the truth is that it appeared out of the blue one night just as I was falling asleep. The scene just unfolded itself very neatly, right in front of my mind's eye, and all I had to do was memorise it. Then it took me two pretty long sessions in front of my laptop to get it out of my system, and some more fine-tuning to get all the details sorted, but essentially it was a pre-made package. I felt the way Hwel must be feeling all the time… ;-)

Someone else questioned why my stories never result in anything. Here I have to say that I disagree very strongly with that sentiment. My DW stories result in one thing above all else: they take the reader back to a point where nothing has changed in comparison with Pterry's canon, and that's a whole different thing! It is quite a lot harder to fit a story into the frames that are given by the original author than to just run amok with his or her characters. I'm not saying that it wouldn't be fun, too, but that's just not the way I write. I respect Pratchett way too much to kill off his heroes (or pair them off with each other for that matter…). Of course, everyone's entitled to their own opinion.

Finally, it's been said that Granny's Big Teeth is similar to an episode in Witches Abroad. Sure it is – there are so many variations on the Red Riding Hood theme that it's hard to avoid similarities all together, but what started me on this was a throwaway line in one of Pratchett's other books. He said something about the plants in Granny's garden moving independently of the wind. That was all, and it set me thinking about what those particular vegetables could be. Now, since it's a well-known fact that a certain author has a penchant for carnivorous plants, the rest of my thinking is easily imaginable. Besides, I had always wanted to write a werewolf story, and a stray loner like this one could easily come across Granny without realising what he was up against. So there you have it. I think it's essentially a completely different story from the one in WA. Of course, I may have borrowed some here or there, but then, to be fair, so has Granny…