A wearable tale!

What could be more magical than a miniature book with a fairy on the cover?
How about a wearable miniature book with a fairy on the cover and a story inside.
The story is called Dream Wings. It’s about a girl who has wings in her dreams, and how she learns the difference between hiding in her dreams and sharing them. I originally wrote it as a children's story, but it has become one of my more popular adult tales.

-Technical stuff-
Book dimensions: 1.25” X 1” X .25”.
Materials: The book locket is steel with a silver oxide finish. The pin-back is brass with a bright silver finish. The fairy and settings are brass with a silver oxide finish. The stone is a glass fire opal. The colored background is painted paper. The story is printed on fine linen paper.
Construction:
All the decorative elements, including the cups holding the stones, are riveted securely onto the front of the book and the pin is riveted onto the back of the book.
This item comes with an artist card & a pillow style gift box.

-Storyteller Stuff-
I first performed Dream Wings at a small independent book store that was filled with children (and quite a few adults) waiting for midnight to arrive. Because midnight was when it would become legal for the store to start selling the 5th Harry Potter book.
Yeah, I opened for Harry Potter.
Below is an excerpt from Dream Wings:

DREAM WINGS:
Once there was a girl who had a beautiful pair of wings. But only when she was dreaming.
This girl lived with her Great Tribe Family in a beautiful forest filled with trees and animals and sunlight. But she did not care because she was awake.
Every day the girl could not wait for night to come so she could crawl into bed and close her eyes. The moment she was asleep the girl would open her dream eyes and and look around. She would find herself standing in a dream forest. It looked so real that the girl would sometimes wonder if she was still awake. But then she would feel a tingling in her shoulder blades. And she would look over her shoulder and there they would be.
Her wings.
They were beautiful. You could see them and you could see through them, they were that fine. They were made out of light but they moved like water, like they had been poured into the air from a bowl of moonlight.
And just the way your feet will sometimes say to you, “Dance! Dance!” her wings would say to her, “Fly! Fly!”
The girl would leap into the air and she would fly all night long, high above the dream trees, even the oldest, tallest dream trees. She would fly so high that her beautiful wings would brush against the clouds.
“I am never going to wake up,” the girl would think. “I am never going to stop flying.”

To be continued...