Excerpt from The Origin of Fae by Karl Starwin
16th May 1844
Under an ancient oak, danced the most beautiful fae I’ve observed thus far.
Tall and willowy with long, graceful limbs; her flowing silken hair, the same soft shade of green as meadow grass, cascaded down her back.
A sudden gust of wind blew mayflower pollen, making me sneeze explosively. To my dismay she ran. I gave chase, thinking I’d lost her until I found myself gazing into captivating hazel eyes. The chameleon-like quality of her pearlescent skin had taken on the appearance of birch bark.
Mad though it may sound, I believe myself quite smitten.