Faber の小説・ストーリー

I did not deserve Fabian. He is too good to be true.

December 25th, 2012 Evening Damon “Would you like my coat?” I can see my breath as I talk, swirling towards her face, copper escaping from beneath a hirsute wool fiddler cap. She’s already got on one of my coats, my favourite one at that. A tartan emerald trench, faded brass buttons and structured shoulders far too broad for her.

I walked towards him as he is seated majestically on his golden throne with his wizard Harrod standing next to him. Harrod makes all kinds of medicines and black magic for father. "Father, you sent for me." I say with a small bow. "Yes." He replies. "What is it father?." I asked politely. He faced Harrod and gestures at him to speak up. Harrod turned to me and bowed. " My prince, i'm afraid there's no cure for the king's deformed hand in this kingdom." He says. I glanced at father's left deformed arm and sighed. He always uses a golden glove to hide it.