Handmade quilts, home-baked rolls, and the meter of poetry filled my childhood '€“ yes, I am aware of my extreme fortune. I have stood in breathless wonder under a desert sky alive with far more stars than ink. When a tune-track is not playing in my head, a couple of fictional characters are nattering about the diving depth of dragons, what nests in elder trees, and the tech required for a hut built on legs to run.