As a child, you firmly believed that if you stayed still long enough, a unicorn would come to you; that you could see a hippogriff in the sky; that magic was real. Then as you grew up, grew older, you stopped believing and started doubting.
But... you never completely let your faith go. It became a small, guarded flame. If you gently blew on it, it could ignite your belief once more.
Cover: leather, wood, ink
Title Page: ink, coffee
Pegasus: card stock, pastel, acrylic, marker
Hippogriff: layered canvas, acrylic
Icarus: ink pen and pencil
Back: leather, wood, ink