Uг§an Ећato Вђ“ Diana Wynne Jones -

Abdullah looked at his tattered rug, then at the vast, shimmering fortress. He realized the stranger had been right. It wasn't enough to reach the castle in the air; he had to find a way to bring it down to earth, or find the courage to never land again.

As he approached, the castle looked less like stone and more like captured light. It drifted aimlessly, anchored only by the magic of the djinns who had stolen it. On a balcony of pearl, he saw her: Flower-in-the-Night, the princess whose name was a melody he had only dared to dream. Uçan Şato – Diana Wynne Jones

"You've come," she said, her voice clear as a bell. "But the djinns are waking, and the castle is turning toward the wastes." Abdullah looked at his tattered rug, then at

With a deep breath, he stepped off his rug and onto the glowing pearl floor, ready to face whatever magic—or mischief—awaited him in the halls of the moving sky. Editions for Castle in the Air | The StoryGraph As he approached, the castle looked less like