In my Father's house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you?

“And a one, two, three, four… off you go.”

Chapter the Tenth

Late autumn, just after Aria’s nineteenth birthday

The castle loomed up through the early-coming winter-dark, dark and menacing. Torlith’s presence had changed it. It seemed to seethe with his evil and cruelty.