HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!!!
Inkheart and all its characters do not belong to me. They all belong to the brilliant Cornelia Funké.
With a sigh, she plopped down on the chair. That girl will be the death of me yet! Why does Capricorn love those Folcharts so much? While I… I---!
She pounded her table and groaned. She rubbed her legs again. What was it like to be a child? She remembered too well the look of exaggerated longing that little witch gives to Silvertounge. The look of love….
Her glance fell on the footstool beside her. The girl left the book there.
Inkworld, she thought. Nothing but wretched creatures exist in that thrice-accursed world. She will be very grateful when Capricorn finally burns the book after tonight's festive. After the end of Resa and Dustfinger. The end of Inkworld....
Mortola went to the casket. She placed her snakes on her chair and put her hand into the container. She reached for the book and stopped. She took the casket's lining and tore it. The wood in this part of the casket was rough and scratchy. Ignoring the scrapes, she pulled out a small piece of parchment. Yes, it was still there.
Mortola held the parchment close to her heart. It was her secret. Her greatest weakness. Not even Capricorn knows about it…
"It was when I was still… a girl," she began.
Sorry to keep you hanging! Please R&R a lot. Be harsh, I know it sucks. Just be sure to keep reading! Thanks for your time!!! ^_^