"Please, Story Teller, pull a tale from your pocket. Spin me a story from your coat tails so bare. My heart has turned cold, my dreams are too old and I need to know magic's still there." ~Heather Alexander; Story Teller

I could use a hand to know that the magic of story still works its way among the folks of the modern world. I've always believed in the strength of oral history and written tales, but it's hard nowadays to keep that belief alive. Truly, somewhere, there must be a place and a person still inspired by hearing tales of fancy.

Does the magic still burn bright in this world? Do the walk ways of the written word still have faerie light to guide the world's weary wanderers? Do we, the wayward waifs of the wasting weal, still have what wherewithal we would need to see fit to getting what we want?

I hope, dear friends, that we do. For our hearts yearn for the word and words burns within us, lest hope shall be extinguished.