My name is Tomas Porec. I was seven years old when I first met the unicorn lady. I believed in unicorns then. I am nearly twenty now, and because of her I still believe in unicorns.
My little town, hidden deep in its own valley, was an ordinary place, pretty enough but ordinary. I know that now. But when I was seven, it was a place of magic and wonder to me. It was my place, my home. I knew every cobbled alleyway, every lamppost in every street. I fished in the stream below the church, tobogganed the slopes in winter, swam in the lake in the summer. On Sundays my mother and father would take ...
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