Moscow, 2005
Emma Chambers slipped between the
oak doors into the hushed interior. The air, thick with incense, grabbed at her
throat and threatened to bring back the tears she'd been fighting all morning.
[I have two guests for the price of one this month. I first met these identical twins from Cardiff when they were shortlisted for the Exeter Novel Prize. Well, actually, I saw them across the room but was too shy to go and chat to them; they seemed so self-assured (and elegant - although they will probably hate me for saying that). If I'd only known how nervous they were... Then I heard them speak at the East Budleigh Literary Festival and they blew everyone away with their polished - and very funny - double act. This month, I am delighted to be chatting with C L Raven.]