My fall began, as many stories do, with a girl.
I've always wanted the IQ of a rock. No, wait. That would be an insult to the rock.
I wished that, for once, faery tales – real faery tales, not Disney fairy tales – would have a happy ending.
Metallic trees. That's new. If you see any steel dryads, be sure to tell me so I can run away screaming.
It's not the physical scars that are the most painful.
I was a huge bookworm as a kid, and you could usually find me reading something with a dragon on its cover.