The Girl in the Tower

crown appeared to rest on a bed of dried weeds.

If I can survive all these years in this tower, I believe I can do anything!

Even her brown hair was coarse and wiry, sticking every which way so that her large, jeweled

I can survive all these years in this tower, I believe I can do anything!”

She needed a feather from a living hummingbird and a strand of hair the color of darkness plucked from the head of a girl with eyes the color of lavender who had lived at least eleven years but no more than twelve.

who bring joy and magic to the lives of many.

Even where her magic was concerned, she was never quite satisfied.