If you're not careful, the faery-folk will fool you, play tricks, hide your knickknacks, knock things over, take a baby from its bed, spoil the milk. I doubt you believe in them. I didn't used to. But after all that's happened to me, I'm not so sure. My parents taught me to put my hope and faith in God. But people here believe in both ardently. Do you remember that bit of modern lore about them that I loved? J.M. Barrie wrote, "That when the first baby laughed, for the first time, its laugh broke into 1,000 pieces, and they all went skipping about. And that was the beginning of faeries." From that first fluttering of a faerie's wing in my belly, I used to dream about our sweet Claire, how her first laugh would surely populate an entire kingdom's worth of magical creatures.