Constance, the Sphinx and the Knight Owl, having regained consciousness after the Christmas celebrations, looked out a high window in the chateau. It is cold, said Constance, pulling the tablecloth that she had found herself in tighter about her shoulders. Is it? Said the Sphinx, it is not often that I find myself pleased toContinueContinue reading “Fighting the Liar”
The Guardians of the Cave 