A tiny glint of light floats on the breeze up ahead. a soft patter of laughter coaxes you to follow it, just over the hill to the edge of the woods. It must be your friend. But by the woods, the shadows fall. the trail you've been following seems now a tangle of brush, and the wind turns cold. Suddenly, laughter rings out, loud and harsh. You've been warned of the fair folk in these woods. for hundreds of years, people all over the world have told...