Prologue

Greetings all, I am The Naughty Narrator. No, of course that’s not my real name, but I do love how it rolls off the tongue! Speaking of tongues and other body parts, I am here to reveal that everything you know about fairy tales is wrong. And yes, I mean both the sugared-up versions read to small kids at bedtime, and even those that claim to be the ‘unfiltered’ accounts geared toward an older audience.

For you see, fairy tales were not originally told merely to entertain or impart some sort of moral lesson, but to celebrate the wondrous nature of love. And not just any run-of-the-mill love, but the intimate, sensual affection that can only bloom between family members.

And it just so happened that a higher-than average number of inhabitants of a certain but long-forgotten realm experienced this intense, fulfilling, and yes even magical passion so deeply, that they recorded their experiences to share the joys of such relationships with future generations. Unfortunately, over the years they became mangled and distorted beyond recognition, all in an effort to conform to what society at large deems ‘acceptable’.