Publisher's Synopsis
The girl turned to Prince Leafen'croup, pleading in her chocolate eyes. "Come with us." She kissed his cheek impulsively, before blushing. "I order you to stay!" bellowed the king, louder and redder than he had ever been. "What could be more sensible than going somewhere when I actually have a chance to?" the prince asked. The guards sprung to action, weapons brandished, but before the king could reach his son or the guards could intervene, Snap'el'de swiveled his wrist, fingers spinning. The throne room slipped apart like oozing paints, as the prince, the green-legged girl, and the wizard rematerialized onto a flying carpet...
