I-2340: Evangeline Sinbad

My mother told me stories when I was young. Most were of daring folk who struck out on grand adventures and slayed monstrous beasts who ate good little boys and girls, or elegant creatures made of wind, water, fire and earth who soared through the air on gilded wings or lurked in the deepest depths of the oceans, waiting to be discovered. But my favorite stories weren't of the noble young thrill-seeker, but rather of the older wiser and often crotchety elders th...