The fantasy of this story is not about The Goddess or prophecies, golden axes and jeweled guns, unicorns and dragons. It’s that you may have a chance at closure and love from everyone you used to love as a child.

For someone who knows your diet, for someone who makes you cookies, for someone who won’t need to be asked. For someone to peel you open and not find you unsightly.

“Maybe we could start again and maybe we’re happy this time. Maybe we’ll make it.” That is the absurd comfort this novel might provide.

I still have dreams of the boy I loved in middle school. This novel was started as a play-pretend for me and three of my girl-friends from elementary school. My older sisters used to hold me. In a way this is all for them, but mostly it’s all for me.