Has it really come to this? He looked at the grey cloaks hanging from the walls, the dull brown rug, the bed he assumed he’d have to share with the room’s other occupants. At least at the Unseelie castle he’d had his own room. Fallen! he thought miserably. He had to take a deep breath in order not to cry. Lying down on the smallest of the single beds, he stared at the ceiling, willing this to be a nightmare from which he could wake up. He never noticed the wagon had started to move. He was already asleep when the rocking began. He awakened with a start some time later. He was never to know how long he had been out. But the bed was swaying. The entire room was swaying, and not in a good way. He could feel his stomach becoming more and more upset. Sitting up, he was glad that he had had no lunch, or the rug would have ended up even more discolored in the very near future. When the wagon finally found a smooth part of the road, Aspen lay back down on the bed, but as soon as he did, the room twirled and swirled and his belly rumbled and . . .
What do You think about The Last Changeling (2014)?
