This is a story whose origin is ancient, woven through generations and continents, protected by both agents and mortal men until this moment in 1984.
Bellevue, Idaho is a sleepy little town of fifteen hundred people next to the winding big Wood River abutted on both banks by river rock and massive cottonwood trees that sway and creak in the wind, shedding their flowers in the early spring to drift down among the population, reminding them briefly of snow.
It had been a harsh winter in Bellevue. Summer is here now, and with it comes a very unusual type of magic. The kind of magic all children dream of - adventure.
Everything that has been searched for, protected, and lost culminates here through the lives of a lion, a lamb, and a small girl named, Anabel.
This is a story whose origin is ancient, woven through generations and continents, protected by both agents and mortal men until this moment in 1984.
Bellevue, Idaho is a sleepy little town of fifteen hundred people next to the winding big Wood River abutted on both banks by river rock and massive cottonwood trees that sway and creak in the wind, shedding their flowers in the early spring to drift down among the population, reminding them briefly of snow.
It had been a harsh winter in Bellevue. Summer is here now, and with it comes a very unusual type of magic. The kind of magic all children dream of - adventure.
Everything that has been searched for, protected, and lost culminates here through the lives of a lion, a lamb, and a small girl named, Anabel.