Chapter 30
Dkany Castle
Elena shivered in the dampness and cold, her first inclination she might be awake and not dead. But where?
The combination of fungus and chloroform left her nauseated with a throbbing head that might split in two. Perhaps if it did, she wouldn’t have to put up with this misery any longer. Everything seemed so bizarre—so fantastic. These things didn’t happen to your ordinary person. Why couldn’t she live an ordinary life?
She stared straight up at a moving carved wooden ceiling which seemingly attached to four-posters. It danced around in a circle, spinning to the right, at first fast, then slowing until it finally stopped altogether. It wasn’t the ceiling, after all. It was a wood canopy covering what she thought was a monstrous ornate Baroque bed. The eight pos
