Enfeebled and trembling, the innermost heart of Fantastica was still resisting the inexorable encroachment of the Nothing.
But the Ivory Tower at the center still shimmered pure, immaculately white.
Ordinarily flying messengers landed on one of the lower terraces. But Falkor reasoned that since neither he nor Atreyu had the strength to climb the long spiraling […]
"Falkor," he said. "Where must I go?"
But the luckdragon made no answer. He lay as though dead.
The street ended in front of an enormous, intricately carved gate which led through a high white wall. The gate was open.
Atreyu hobbled through it and came to a broad, gleaming-white stairway that seemed to end in the […]
That speck was the Childlike Empress's glass litter, still carried by four of her invisible Powers. It was barely visible, for the glass it was made of looked very much like ice, and the Childlike Empress's white gown and white hair could hardly be distinguished from the snow roundabout.
She had traveled many days and […]
