Uг§an Ећato Вђ“ Diana Wynne Jones ✪

"You've come," she said, her voice clear as a bell. "But the djinns are waking, and the castle is turning toward the wastes."

As he approached, the castle looked less like stone and more like captured light. It drifted aimlessly, anchored only by the magic of the djinns who had stolen it. On a balcony of pearl, he saw her: Flower-in-the-Night, the princess whose name was a melody he had only dared to dream. Uçan Şato – Diana Wynne Jones

With a deep breath, he stepped off his rug and onto the glowing pearl floor, ready to face whatever magic—or mischief—awaited him in the halls of the moving sky. Editions for Castle in the Air | The StoryGraph "You've come," she said, her voice clear as a bell