Anjola and the Queen’s Tiara

“You can open your eyes now.” Anjola stared at the silver fish standing on its tail. Big round eyes stared from opposite sides of its head. “Y..you’re talking!” she stammered. “Everyone speaks in Bilandia.” “Bilandia?” Anjola suddenly realized she wasn’t in bed anymore. She was in a wood clearing surrounded by tall oak trees. Instead … Continue reading Anjola and the Queen’s Tiara