Why did fairy tales exist?
A long, long, long time ago it was, when Aidan stood in front of Jenny Greenteeth.
It was a dark and stormy night. The clock was driving Aidan mad.
Once upon a time, there was a boy.
Aidan opened his eyes, as the woman arrived at his window. Brother Sean had come around half an hour ago to check that Aidan was not awake, not getting up to mischief, not putting idle hands to the devil’s work, and if he were, to beat him into the arms of sleep. Beatings were a part of being an orphan; If your own parents didn’t love you enough to keep you, you could be bloody certain that no one else would.