He turned at the sound of cloth rustling like wings. Behind him was a statue of a tall angelic figure with shoulder-length hair and a long robe to his feet. The figure strode across a low stone wall with a book in his hand. His head was bowed as he read. "What are you reading?" the wolf wondered out loud.
"A book of dreams."
"Whose dreams?"
"Ah, that is the question."
Riddles. It was a night of mystery. The wolf accepted the obvious. Magic had come to the city.
Chapter One, The Book of Dreams
1 comment:
Gorgeous photograph, you captured it beautifully. One of my favourite parts! Time for a re:read!
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