?White Queen of Underland,? the voice that pulses forward holds such power that Mirana feels faint, her knees weak and eyes wide. Only once before has it whispered to her, when it spoke of a Champion to face the Jabberwocky and a crown ...
Around me the splendid bHotel Mirana/b revolved as a kind of private universe, a whitewashed cosmos within the blue greater one that blazed outside. From the aproned pot-scrubber to the flanneled potentate, everybody liked me, ...
