(artwork by James Jean)
Stories follow an interesting path during their lifetimes. They are brought into existence in the instant of a moment when an idea enters the mind of a storyteller. Like an embryo, they are small but with potential to grow much larger. In their early stages they are often misshapen and hideous beasts, yet there is something beautiful that shows in glimpses or else chooses to linger under the surface. Some never make it to birth. Some die in their withered form, nothing but bones and entrails. Thankfully, others grow and blossom. And when that happens, there is no element of the human imagination that could be more magical.