Once upon a time, a girl named Miranda grew very tired indeed of her parents' house, where she had the same exciting but unachievable ideas, read the same fantasy books, and went to the same secondary school. Because she had been born in November, and because she had a scar on her back, and because her feet were very long and narrow, the Green Wind took pity on her and flew to her window one evening just after her thirteenth birthday. He was dressed in a green smoking jacket, and a green carriage-driver's cloak, and green jodhpurs, and green snowshoes. It is very cold above the clouds in the shantytowns where the Six Winds live.

Hi! I'm Miranda, a bookworm, writer, and massive fan of Catherynne M Valente's books, especially the Fairyland series. Anyone who has read her work may recognise her techniques in my writing; she is my main inspiration. Hope you enjoy!