HEAD OVER HEELS
Brody had become still as he looked at her, the strange light of his eyes making them seem like piercing lasers.
“The very odd one these days…” he replied and smiled. “I find I like them tiny, with hair like tangled red silk and eyes that hold an entire world filled with mystery and ghost…”
“Brody…”
“And here's the chateau. Welcome into my humble home…”
They had just approached enormous gates set in a high stone wall through which the car passed smoothly and with a stately flourish that proclaimed it was home. A long, winding drive snaked through bowling-green-smooth lawns dotted with tall, gracious trees and carefully positioned flowerbeds, and beyond the chateau itself, which was a vision