"Papa set his burden on the floor and one by one they lifted a gathering sack and poured its contents into the proper niche. Last summer she couldn't reach the lowest opening without standing on tiptoe or using her wings to float high enough. Crystal was growing up. But she'd never be too old for bedtime stories."Human children have drifted to sleep to the tales of fairies for as long as stories have been told. The children of magical beings are no...