Thinking Of Nothing. Trying To

Quite Simply The Book And I Were Meant To Be Together.

He Had The Vague Sense Of Standing On A Threshold, The Crossing Of Which Would Change Everything.

Time Had A Way Of Moulding People Into Shapes They Themselves No Longer Recognised.

Nell Was Not One For Friends And Had Never Hidden Her Distaste For Most Other Humans, Their Neurotic Compulsion For The Acquisition Of Allies.

...which Fairy-tale Princess Ever Chose Her Maid Over Her Prince?