Once upon a time...

That's how faerie stories start, right? That's how you know that what you're reading will end in a "happily ever after" right?

I tilt at windmills. Be warned. I am quixotic, and I turn rivers into dragons. I turn trees into gods. I turn lovers into vampires.

And I kill faeries.

I'm a dreamer. I specialize in fantastic things. There's a story lurking behind every bush, and they spring out at me like muggers of free time, stealing all my good intentions for the day. I've had to start carrying a mace with me to fight them off, because I've got classes and work and cleaning and all the other details that come with being a single mom that have to come first. But the stories are still there. Lurking. Waiting. Watching. Ready to spring at me again.

They will come again.

In the mean time, every day is a new adventure. Every day is a passage in the faerie story that is my life. This year might be a paragraph about how time passes, but you never know when the next ten minutes will be an entire chapter of its own.

You wouldn't want to miss that, would you?

I'm Mary.

I'm a mom.

I'm an amateur author.

I'm a student, a moderator, a reader, a thinker, a dreamer, a sister, a daughter, a cousin, a grandchild, a pet owner, a believer in ghosts, an agnostic, a friend, an ex-girlfriend, never a bride, once a best man, once a maid of honor, a little bit artistic, a whole lot eccentric, a skeptic, a believer, a wisher, a retired poet, a recovered teen, a listless 30-something, a seeker, a finder...

And a Fae Assassin.