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THE KISS DIAMOND. Here; I begin a new book entitled The Kiss Diamond. What is read now is the forward I wrote at the beginning of the story. This is the second from a series of six fairy stories I had written and had published. I trust you will enjoy the tale... FOREWARD. There is an old saying, handed down through generations of Gypsies and folk of high imagination that, if you don’t believe in Fairies and Magic, then you have no right to neither dream nor see colours. This book is written with those in mind, who have seen, even known where the land of the Fairy-Folk is. For, like them, I have visited this most beautiful land on many occasions and have sung their tunes and wished upon the same stars as they. What is written is of a true journey, one travelled by Pucker-Up, the Turner of Good Fortune and highly regarded as a Chief of the Kiss- clan. This story tells of his amazing adventures, along with Oberon, the King of all Fairies and Wood-Folk and his Queen, the beautiful Titania. They travel to rescue the Kiss-Diamond, which has been stolen by the Dark-Clan, taken to a deep and grim land, where it is held and used as a magical light by the Crow-Dressers. Without the Kiss-Diamond, the world of the Mortals is in dire peril. I beg you, join in the read and know how Pucker-Up saves the Mortals from all-misery… DEDICATION. I dedicate this book to all those who, before, now and into the future, give pleasure to those who love to read of Magical Folk. These writers were blessed with the imagination and knowledge to give us all an insight into such an exciting world, writers such as C. S. Lewis, Lewis Carrol, J. R. R. Tolkien J. M. Barry and Beatrix Potter and the writers of today, like J. K. Rowley, who thrill us with tales of Witches and Dragons. Below, I give you the Master of Magic, this exert coming from A Midsummer Night’s Dream. But we are spirits of another sort: I with the morning's love have oft made sport, And, like a forester, the groves may tread, Even till the eastern gate, all fiery-red, Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams, Turns into yellow gold his salt green streams. But, notwithstanding, haste; make no delay: We may effect this business yet ere day.’ William Shakespeare. (We trust, Master Shakespeare, you will forgive us for borrowing your Oberon and Titania, for a while!) 
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