It was a dark and stormy night. The trees swayed wildly as the sky unleashed its full fury on the Earth below.
Amidst the tempest stood a castle. It stood strong against the howling wind and rain, its thick stone walls taking the full force of the onslaught.
Deep within this castle was a room, warm and dry. Far from the cliches of the opening paragraphs. And in this room was a chair and in this chair sat The Nightingale who said "meep!" and went to bed.
What will happen in the next enthralling episode of The Nightingale Chronicles find out when we get around to writing it!