Russell J. Fellows

There are monsters in this world. Evil, manipulative, bloodthirsty monsters – parading around as harmless or even benevolent creatures.

But there are heroes, too. Good, kind people that wield a magic older than our world – the magic of hope, community, and love. Sometimes, it gets hard to see those heroes and I forget that they are there. I need reminding. So, I write about heroes with this kind of magic so that I remember that we need heroes like this and maybe, just maybe, it’ll inspire someone to be that kind of hero. They’ll look at the monsters of this world and not run from them, but know they can be overcome with their powerful magic.

I write for kids because they seem to believe in powerful magic a lot more easily than grown-ups like me who’ve forgotten magic. I write for them so that they believe all the more and maybe their belief will rub off on us old, forgetful grown-ups.

I write because I don’t want to walk in this world alone and I don’t think anyone does, not really. Sometimes I say I do, and sometimes I feel like I do, but not for very long. I don’t want anyone walking through the valleys of monsters all alone, either. Can my silly stories help them? I don’t know. I hope so. I hope they feel less alone.

I write to remember that sometimes when my magic feels so very small and wholly inadequate to fight the monsters, if I join it together with all the others trying to fight the same monsters – it will be more than enough. We can be more than enough.