Words.

Who knew words, just words could change the course of ones life (or should i say story?) Forever.

Words were what was swimming before her eyes showing her an entirely new world... A world full to the brim with adventure, and danger. Just for the pure delight of speaking aloud Alica Gordan let the enchanting words pass over her lips.

"Brownies, elves, giants, fire raisers, motley folk, Three Princes ruling different people. The adderhead in the castle of night. The laughing prince, in ombra. And-And the Black Prince over the motley folk."

The words wrapped themselves around her tongue and slipped out of her mouth; Fine as butterfly silk. When she spoke the Black prince's name however, She felt a rush of sudden courage, The hilt of a well worn knife in her hand, She could even hear the clanks of perfectly sharpen swords fighting for their masters lives.

She gasped in fear and wonder and dropped the book she was holding, It flipped over revealing the dusty cover With a picture of a flaming heart and under that the words, "Inkheart." Alica breathed.