De Piaget: Book 11Daydreaming of her wonderful castle, she imagined that it contained a handsome, brave knight --Suddenly, her eyes flew open. She scrambled over her chair, looking with alarm at what was quivering in front of her, only an inch away from where her toes had dangled off the edge...It was a sword."I'll not miss my mark a second time." A deep voice grated from behind her.She whirled...
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