Gossamyr
High above the lush cypress and laburnum treetops that encircled the curtain wall Gossamyr followed her father through the carved marble loggia. The castle she had lived in all her life nested at the peak of the Spiral forest as if a bloom upon a verdant bouquet. Pendulous yellow flowers hung heavily on the laburnum that grew only at the top of the forest, contrasting marvelously with the castle. The blue marble was deeply veined with streaks of midnight and palest sky; it mimicked both day and night and shimmered with a fée dust of the ages.
The village of Glamoursiège fit like a twist about the marble screw of the Spiral. Blue marble segued to granite and finally to sand at its lowest where it met the grounds in a mire of marsh and reticulated tree roots. For the entirety was laced with the roots of cypress,ash and hornbeam. The Edge — very few places where the trees did not grow — was ever to be avoided, at least by the un-winged ones.
"I can do this, Shinn! You cannot deny I am the only one able."
Shinn moved swiftly toward the south tower, speaking his impatience with his strides. "Many are capable," he called back to Gos ... read full excerpt from: Gossamyr ebook
