"An inventor is a poet-a true poet-and nothing in any degree less than a high order of poet-Wherefore his noblest pleasure dies with the stroke that completes the creature of his genius, just as the painter & the sculpture's & other poet's highest pleasure ceases with that touch that finishes their work-& so only he can. finish their work & so only he can understand the legitimate "success" of his achievement, little minds being able to get no higher comprehension of a vulgar moneyed success." Mark Twain letter to Pamela Moffet 1870...perhaps this was ab out his close friend Nikola? This letter is inspirational and true to those of us who dare to dream and expect our only reward is the task, the journey, the thrill of it all!

~ Lovey Dovey~

Dawn Marie Granger was once a happy youth. Her father worked as a physics professor at what is now known as Columbia University but back then it was simply King's College. He soon left there to pursue his dream career at Polytechnic Institute of New York University in Brooklyn New York. Little Dawn would go to visit her dad often on the campus at MetroTech center and delighted in watching him work in his lab. Then one day everything changed.

Poor Dawn Marie walked right into an unforeseen catastophe . Her father was working on a time travel theory and was using doves to navigate through the magnetic fields. He was training them to be his guide to the portal he had told little Dawn just before she was turned.

Dr. Granger stood in horror as his beloved daughter morphed right before his eyes into a tiny baby white dove