When I was four years old, my mother—who was an elementary school teacher—brought me into her classroom one day and I wound up telling her students a story about unicorns. When I was done, according to her, I very formally said to all of them, “Thank you. I will come back and tell you more about unicorns someday.” I like to think that when I wrote The Last Unicorn, two decades later, I was finally keeping that promise.
