I was 12 when I discovered that magic was at the tip of a blue fountain pen. It was then that I realized I could manipulate words to do for me what I did with them. When words tumbled out of my little ink-stained heart, I knew etched on it were the notes to my own love sound. And when I grew up to discover that the only part of me not jaded were my words, I knew I’d found something extraordinary- -And I was spell-bound. ~N.V.