At No. 22 Tongburg Street in Maplewood Town stood a shop whose owner, Paul, was a man of vast knowledge. He had sold countless answers and hopes to those who came seeking them. The young Duke stepped down from his carriage, surveying him with a trace of arrogance."Aren't you the one who can grant any wish? Then why not find a way to lift your own curse?" the Duke asked. The shopkeeper replied, "Because my curse is adorable-it makes me happy."--------The continent is vast and full of mysteries.
The road toward one's purpose is always strewn with hardships. But that's all right-for where there are dragons, there will be knights; where there are witches, there will be brooms; where there are Elves, there will be gems; where there are friends, there will be a way; and where there are lovers, there will always be hope. This book is dedicated to all who still remember the tales of their childhood.
It is a bedtime book-may it bring sweet dreams to you all.
At No. 22 Tongburg Street in Maplewood Town stood a shop whose owner, Paul, was a man of vast knowledge. He had sold countless answers and hopes to those who came seeking them. The young Duke stepped down from his carriage, surveying him with a trace of arrogance."Aren't you the one who can grant any wish? Then why not find a way to lift your own curse?" the Duke asked. The shopkeeper replied, "Because my curse is adorable-it makes me happy."--------The continent is vast and full of mysteries.
The road toward one's purpose is always strewn with hardships. But that's all right-for where there are dragons, there will be knights; where there are witches, there will be brooms; where there are Elves, there will be gems; where there are friends, there will be a way; and where there are lovers, there will always be hope. This book is dedicated to all who still remember the tales of their childhood.
It is a bedtime book-may it bring sweet dreams to you all.