And he was shocked that Gilda was not banging down the door to be his date for the dance tonight. He had everything. He worked for her father, he was trustworthy; clearly they were dazzled by his mechanical prowess. (Why else would they put him to work the moment he entered the house?) Fastening the door, un-wobbling the table, shining the roof, Continue reading Criterion & Libby
At the end of town on top of the cliff, the silver castle loomed. It was higher than the clouds but lower than the sun and the window that received the most light was pristine and curved. It arched into a room with walls made of granite. The granite held tapestries that ran thirty feet high, and in the center of the room at the long mahogany desk was Princess Libby.