Every night, before Sylvia goes to sleep, she whispers a magic spell to the rhyme-elves. In the morning her Wonder Book is filled with beautiful pictures and poems of her adventures and the extraordinary stories she has heard. There is nothing Sylvia loves more than...
When the king's son found gems in his horse's mane, he wondered, and still held his peace. But that night he withdrew early from the feast and hid himself in the shadows of the stable. Presently in came Cordita, her beauty shining through her rags...These magical tales take us...