The Djinn in the Nightingale's Eye
CHAPTER ONE
There was once a little tailor, a good and unremarkable
man, who happened to be journeying through a forest, in
search of work perhaps, for in those days men travelled
great distances to make a meagre living, and the services
of a fine craftsman, like our hero, were less in demand
than cheap and cobbling hasty work that fitted ill and
lasted only briefly. He believed he should come across
someone who would want his skills -- he was an incurable
optimist, and imagined a fortunate meeting around every
corner, though how that should come about was hard to
see, as he advanced farther and farther into the dark,
dense trees, where even the moonlight was split into dull
little needles of bluish light on the moss, not enough to
see by. But he did come upon the little house that was
waiting for him, in a clearing in the depths, and was
cheered by the lines of yellow light he could see between
and under the shutters. He knocked boldly on the door of
this house, and there was
a rustling, and creaking, and the door opened a tiny crack,
and there stood a little man, ... read full excerpt from: The Djinn in the Nightingale's Eye ebook
