I bought the book there and then – or rather, persuaded my mum to buy the book – took it home and devoured it. The reading experience would never be the same again. To say that I became obsessed with Fighting Fantasy would be an understatement. I collected the books religiously. I started writing my own. In time I was forced to stop buying every new publication because it was a craze I ‘should grow out of’. Throughout my school years my obsession with FF would come back to haunt me. ‘If only you put as much effort into your school work as you do into those adventures you’re always writing.’ But, in due course, I earned myself a fistful of qualifications and started thinking about what I wanted to do after I left school.
After my second year at university my job for the summer was to write a 40,000 word adventure entitled Spellbreaker, which was to be the fifty-third gamebook in the Fighting Fantasy range, and I’ve been published every year since.
This autumn I reach the milestone age of forty (hopefully!) and next year Fighting Fantasy will be celebrating its thirtieth birthday? Will it be a big event, with cake and party hats, or will it be a solitary affair, with a lone figure in a bar raising a nostalgic glass to a fondly remembered phenomenon? Who knows, but I, for one, like the elephant, will never forget. After all, I owe Zagor my career.