Wishes and Whispers and Sibilant Hisses
Wishes Once, no one loved her. She lived solitary and neglected behind castle walls, her parents only half-there, the servants having long fled. Fantasizing away her days, the abandoned princess put herself together into a young woman by carelessly stuffing all the empty nooks in her life full of books and wishes and imprudent dreams. She lived all unsuspecting that, far away, a youth existed who had never had a library from which to pilfer books. He only knew a world from which he stole souls. Whispers No one loved him, either. He'd once been a goblin's captive, and several of his human fragments had been pared away-like his conscience. And so, when he infiltrated her deserted castle, he had no trouble at all trailing wicked whispers around the put-together princess, promising to give her her greatest wish: companionship. But after what he'd done to her father, could she really trust him? Sibilant hisses Not that it mattered what he or she did, because the goblin king spied from his thousand windows into the world, and he had his own wishes...