Once the royal gardens were a splendor to behold. But lately a shadow has fallen over them...Writhing tendrils creep across the grounds at night, and a number of servants have disappeared while walking its twisting paths. Queen Nightshade claims to be unaware of these incidents, but some are beginning to suspect she has gone mad.
Attributes | Values |
---|---|
rdfs:label |
|
rdfs:comment |
|
dcterms:subject | |
dbkwik:heroesofthe...iPageUsesTemplate | |
abstract |
|