Book Eight: Chapter 147

“It’s easy,” said Nyx with a grin. “All you have to do is ask nicely.” To further vex the beast, she hopped onto a gust of wind that carried her to the top of the nearest tower. She rode it upside down with both arms behind her back, making sure to wink as it carried her away. Flipping over at the last moment, she came to halt on the top of the turret, balancing precariously on the iron tipped cone. If not for her shoes, her feet would already be bleeding from contact.

“Let’s get a better look at you,” she muttered, staring down at the castle. Ever since they had arrived, the structure had seemed familiar. Much in the same way Galahad didn’t recognize her face, her own mind was stuffed with far too many human structures to differentiate them. Castles often took a long time to build, too, so she often saw them through various stages of construction. Humans were similar in that they aged so fast, but at least they had souls to be recognized by.

Nyx spent perhaps an hour in