Chapter Eleven
Dawn is rising. A golden sheen spans the horizon, matching the note of hope in Crispin’s tale.
Dream-Crispin is descending and we follow him. We’re approaching a dark palace, almost as big as my mother’s, but instead of white stone, it’s all black. The turrets are jagged and spiky, seemingly piercing the sky. It’s not a welcoming place, but it looks like it’s our destination.
Dream-Crispin lands on one of the towers and a moment later, we do the same. We descend along a narrow staircase until we reach a simple circular room. It doesn’t have any doors besides one leading to a small bathroom; the only way to reach it is from the roof. Not a problem for Guardians, though, and I assume that the Morrigan has wings as well.
The only furniture in the room is a bed, a wardrobe a
