He built a tower to try and be closer to her and walled himself inside.”

She stared at him for a moment as if waiting for something. “And?”

He glanced at her, puzzled. “And, what?”

She widened her eyes. “How does the story end? Did the sorcerer win his Moon Maiden?”

“Of course not,” he said irritably. “She lived on the moon and was quite unattainable. I suppose he must’ve starved or pined away or fallen off the wall at some point.

Author: Elizabeth Hoyt