I cannot say when Rowendrey began. I only know it came on like a torrent — a rush of images and ideas that seemed to build themselves faster than I could write them down. Wonderful imaginings kept feeding the joy of creation until I was thoroughly enamored with my own world.

Before there were parchments and seals, there was a mountain made of concrete and glass.I imagined an adventure park — a place where people could walk a story, not read it, but feel it underfoot.