The little bell above the door jangled, alerting the clerk that potential customers had entered the bookstore.

A woman and a man browsed silently up and down the rows. The clerk eyed them for a moment before turning his focus once again to the task he was working on.

"Darling, here it is." the man picked up a book from the shelf and showed it to the woman.

She pulled off her dark circle sunglasses to get a better look at the cover.

"The 85th anniversary edition." she sighed as she smiled.

They took the book to the counter and the clerk rang them up.

They were an odd bunch, a lot dark tailored clothing with sunglasses and wide brimmed hats. He snuck more glances at them as they left the store with their purchase, watched them walk down the sidewalk, then promptly forgot about them as he focused on his work once again.

The light breeze tugged at Sarah's hat and she had to place a hand on top to hold it on. She was eagerly skimming through her book, intent on reading the several forwards and intros by other authors taking about what the book meant to them.

"How is it, Love?" Jareth glanced over her shoulder at the pages.

She ran her finger over the edge of the pages.

"This one, she really got it." Sarah's eye were sparkling as she read. "It's so flattering what she says about it."

"Better than the 50th anniversary edition?"

"That one was good too, but this one is amazing. I just can't believe they've continued to print my stuff for long."

Jareth put his arm around her shoulder and smiled.

When they arrived back home, she placed the new edition on the stone shelf next to every other previous edition in her reading room. If it seemed a tad narcissistic to have such a long line of books bearing her name on the spine, well, she didn't mind. At some point in the future, if they kept printing her little trilogy, she was going to need another shelf.

After stowing away her newest addition, she looked back at the rest of her collection. Had it really been that long already? She thought of the events that had filled the years and kept her busy. Goblin kingdom affairs and sidhe etiquette, getting to know her subjects and foreign diplomats. When they could find the time to get away together, trips with Jareth Aboveground, to the ruins of Roman temples and Paris Opera Houses and icy Canadian lakes and Ukrainian ballets and sometimes, sometimes just to get an ice cream cone or feed ducks at a pond or buy a book. She had continued to write, of course, although now her books were published Underground instead, and incredibly popular with the goblins (and not just out fear that her husband would bog them otherwise).

She smiled idly as she traced her finger across the titles and thought of all these things.

A goblin voice called from the hallway, interrupting her reverie.

"Queen, are you gonna show me how to cook that new recipe? You promised you would!"

Sarah chuckled at Evie's insistence on learning Aboveground recipes, and remembered she had promised to teach her how to make pizza.

"I'll be right there, Evie. Just a second!"

She glanced back at her books one last time before turning for the door. She snapped her fingers and the dozens of little candles in the chandelier were snuffed out. She closed the door to her reading room with a happy sigh, and made made her way to the kitchen.

Author's Note: This concludes our story! Big thank you to everyone who commented, everyone who read, and everyone who favorited - I really appreciate it!