Noah Phelps, Willow's "mere human" companion and lover is very different. He's six feet tall; she's four foot nine. He wants to know everything about her; she keeps it all secret. He's slender; she's slightly ... stout. (Please don't tell her I said that.) He's afraid of heights, actually phobic about it; she's a fairy and doesn't even think about cruising at five hundred feet. He's thirty-five; she's ... well, you'll find out ... she's very sensitive about her age.
I've known Willow for many years, though she didn't have a name until I began An Ordinary Fairy. Her image was always clear in my mind, though she did develop muscles and got a little shorter as her story developed. She was always blonde and had deep brown eyes. Noah didn't have a name either, but he was always a photographer and always saw Willow fly unawares. And their romance was always an integral part of the story.
Oops, authorial rambling ... gotta watch that. Anyway, in honor of Willow's birthday, I've renamed this blog, and as soon as Amazon can get the change processed, I'm dropping the price of the Kindle edition of AOF to 99 cents for the next week.
Happy Birthday, little fairy.
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