“They’re hungry, lonely souls and they want to feast on the traitors living in their queens’ palace.” “Oh, and what queens would that be, eh?” he laughed, but there was a tremor in his voice that said he really was afraid of ghosts. “Me and my sister,” I said firmly. “This palace and its ghosts are loyal to us, and they don’t take kindly to snivelling little creeps serving false kings between its walls.
