Long ago, before the trees could speak, before the winds were fixed to the corners of the earth, a unicorn loved a maiden …Every time I think I’m done with unicorn stories, I find myself writing another. This is my most recent … yet like all of them, it turned out to not only be about the unicorn, but also about the people who live in a world where unicorns are possible.Not so long ago, a young man loved a young woman …
I wrote this story more than a decade after “Windwood Rose,” last month’s (also-unicorn) story. But it was only as I was posting it here that I realized how alike in some ways the two stories are. Fascinating, that.