Still in the castle
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Sarah looks down the hallway, uncertain. She is alone in the throne room again, and who's the stop her if she decides not to follow Jareth's suggestion, really? Herself, really. She wants answers. There are so few of them in the Labyrinth that she grasps for each and every one dangled in her way. So naturally, she ventures ( Read more... )
Sarah looks down the hallway, uncertain. She is alone in the throne room again, and who's the stop her if she decides not to follow Jareth's suggestion, really? Herself, really. She wants answers. There are so few of them in the Labyrinth that she grasps for each and every one dangled in her way. So naturally, she ventures ( Read more... )
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Here Sit The Words of Linda Williams, age 12.
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This book is now mine, I guess. Orcia and said that it'd be useful to write in while I'm waiting, but where to start ( ... )
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Her mother was here. Her mother was *here*.
Her mother knows Jareth.
She turns around quickly, just to make sure that she's alone. She is, the gaping emptiness of the hall strangely soothing. She can't know for sure whether Jareth is watching, but it doesn't seem to matter as much.
Her mother was *here*.
Sarah takes a few short gulping breaths. She isn't sure whether she wants to read on, because the idea of her mother having stepped into this insane improbable world is ludicrous.
And yet... Strangely fitting.
When Sarah looks down again at the book, she can feel her mother's eyes on her.
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I suppose this is what Dorothy felt when she fell into Oz when she did.
This is the same thing. The goblins have written a song about me... I told them not to, but they did anyway. I only heard the first verse before my tummy got tight and I had to run away.
Dorothy is always remembered as the witch hunter. I guess that makes me the fairy hunter.
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