When I was a kid, I made one of the worst trades of my life. I had this awesome book about monsters that I absolutely loved. Dragons, goblins and minotaurs rampaged from cover to cover wreaking havoc at every turn. I spent hours pouring over the illustrations and memorizing the descriptions so I that I would be fully equipped should I ever have to bring the smack down on one these hideous beasts. Seriously, if a minotaur got in our house, who else was going to deal with it?