The Village of Youth
"[...]rest?" asked Beryl. At a sign from Time the shadow spoke, - "I am the death-hour of a great poet. He died happily, having enriched the world with his song. The moon kissed his lips as he breathed his last in my arms." "Whither are they going?" asked Beryl, as the hours floated through the hall. "I will show thee," said the youth, leading her into the open. The air was keen. In the distance, Beryl could hear the sound of the sea. Heavy clouds of mist hung around the castle. The maiden stooped to pluck one of the colourless flowers that bloomed in the garden. To her surprise, she could not break its stalk. She hurried after the youth, who was standing on a jutting[...]."
- Paperback | 78 pages
- 152 x 229 x 4mm | 118g
- 25 Mar 2015
- Illustrations, black and white