LEAH by Thomas Lipschultz 5/5/99 The fairies come from the moon tonight. Their glow sings to my soul, bouncing to and fro off nameless nebulae where the lionesses sleep. They wake, and leap into the jungle, carrying with them the bloodlust of their fathers, but with the guiding hands of their fairy protectors, they land safely on the Earth. Their lion consorts leap, crossing the gaps between time and space, landing once again in England, pouncing off the laps of Neil Gaiman and Douglas Adams, running, growling, and hurling the fairies into the future of a parallel world.