Sunday, December 15, 2013
Sunday Guest: Trufflehunter
From: CS Lewis' Prince Caspian (The Chronicles of Narnia)
The quote: A dark shape approached the bed. Caspian felt an arm slipped gently under his shoulders -- if it was exactly an arm. The shape somehow seemed wrong. The face that bent towards him seemed wrong too. . . . "It's a mask of some sort," thought Caspian.