In the eastern isles, farther than any man has travelled...lies a speck of land. This is where the last magical creature lives. And she guards her eggs, and the eggs of all the magical flighting creatures past and gone. One, day when we are done with our civility and "political correctness"...she may return with young in tow. The times won't be easy, but they will be real. We may loose all we hold dear, but gain back, in ourselves that which is most noble... Hope you like it. I'll be slowing down for a while as I'm looking for work, but I'll still be around. Dreams light our wait...;)