If I had three wishes, I'd spend the first one going back and expunging this ghastly little critter from The Court of Hidden Faces. It's not that I don't like leprechauns - quite the reverse. Two of my grandparents were Irish, and I grew up on tales of the Little People. But never in my wildest dreams did I visualize them as squeaky, mule-eared dwarf clones of Shirley MacLaine in begorrah boots. And what in the name of Ebron is a leprechaun doing in Uttaku anyway? If you want the truth, I suspect it involved a tight deadline, a bottle of Jameson's, and me and Jamie giving in to a plea from a very young relative. (Crowdsourcing is one thing, but don't ever give in to kidsourcing.)
Luckily I don't need to waste a wish. I'm currently typesetting Fabled Lands book 5 for re-release in paperback, so I had a long hard think about little Lorna and - oops, whaddya know; she didn't make the cut. 'Tis only a stepmother would blame me.