The Fairytale Collection

a fairytale love story from goblin hill

scent is the strongest sense tied to memory

Night settles over Goblin Hill in a hush of lavender dusk, the kind that makes even the trees lean in to listen. Lanterns glow low along the path that winds past the herb garden and into the orchard, casting warm circles of gold over the frost-tipped leaves. The air hums with the quiet possibility of something about to begin.

It is here the story opens.