This line from a Ted Hughes poem "Trees" is the kind of animism and frisson that fuels my own writing: "Trees, it is your own strangeness, in the dank wood, makes me so horrifying, I dare not hear my own footfall." I tried to make the Germanic woods in my novel very sensate. I think walking some very old and wild woods in Wales created so much of The Killing Moon's folklore and memory, and even ecology.
