I will not wear a tulle-tailed dunce cap for anyone or for any reason.

The sun hitched up her trousers and soldiered on up into the sky. September squinted at it and wondered if the sun here was different than the sun in Nebraska. It seemed gentler, more golden, deeper. The shadows it cast seemed more profound. But September could not be sure. When one is traveling, everything looks brighter and lovelier. That does not mean that it is brighter and lovelier; it just means that sweet, kindly home suffers in comparison to tarted-up foreign places with all their jewels on.

Fantasy is storytelling with the beguiling power to transform the impossible into the imaginable, and to reveal our own “real” world in a fresh and truth-bearing light.

But this is a story,
and in a story
there is always someone
beautiful enough."

- 'The Girl with Two Skins' from A Guide to Folktales in Fragile Dialects

Cinderella? Snow White? What's that? An illness?

Fairy-child, if only you should take my hand, I would show you things beyond your wildest dreams.” My expression makes him laugh. “What’s that from?”

“Some book I read.”

“I should have known.” I pause. “Did she follow?”

“How could she resist? Of course, she ended up devoured.