A sleepy town, a couple of readers, and a fairy on a quest to save stories from extinction. Will they find new sources of inspiration or will books die out forever?
Chapter 1
There was a quarter on the corner of the carpet. That was the first time I saw him, peeking around the side of an old fairy tale collection on the bottom shelf. The tips of his ears were purple, and his tunic was brown.
Then he was gone, and I didn’t see him again for a week.
It had not been a particularly profitable year for us, hence the noticing of stray coins on the carpet. Henry’s company was laying people off, and while there w. . .
Chapter 1
There was a quarter on the corner of the carpet. That was the first time I saw him, peeking around the side of an old fairy tale collection on the bottom shelf. The tips of his ears were purple, and his tunic was brown.
Then he was gone, and I didn’t see him again for a week.
It had not been a particularly profitable year for us, hence the noticing of stray coins on the carpet. Henry’s company was laying people off, and while there w. . .
Abergarth caves are a winding network of tunnels, carved out over the years by professors and students at the College to store their various caches, or simply to create extra storage space. Since most of them were dug independently from one another, they don't all intersect. There are probably some that remain secret to this day. Those that are connected form a haphazard maze, some cavernous, some barely large enough for a person to squeeze through; some doubling back on themselves, some leadi. . .