Five years have a way of transforming the impossible into the inevitable, the extraordinary into the beautifully ordinary.I stood at the kitchen window of our expanded home, watching my children play in the backyard while simultaneously monitoring seventeen different supernatural crises across three continents.
It was a Tuesday morning in late September, and the autumn light filtering through the maple trees made everything look golden and possible.Stella, now eight and showing alarming signs of inherited diplomatic skills, was mediating a territorial dispute between two groups of fairy folk who had taken up residence in our garden. Her five-year-old brother, Adrian—named for Dante's grandfather and already showing signs that he would indeed revolutionize supernatural society—was attempt
