Romans & histoires Rumpelstiltskin Shrek

The black flames jumped from the symbols and landed in the middle, forming a flaming column that coalesced into the shape of a man even smaller than Fitzroy’s receptionist. Rumpel Kracknuts stood about five feet tall and wore a black leather hat with a red feather and a fluffy feather that extended beyond its brim. His feminine features twisted with rage, and pink spots appeared on his pale cheeks. His pale-blue eyes darted from side to side, looking from me to Griff to the symbols on the floor. An old-fashioned ruff wrapped around his neck, extending from his chin to his collarbones. He was shirtless save for a red sash he wore across his chest that disappeared into a Three-Musketeers-style

"Settling foundations and expanding stone often make strange noises at night." "Don't call me Rapunzel," I snapped, stepping right into his space, my eyes flashing red in the dark. "You know I hate that damn name. It's Zelpunrap." "My apologies, my wild Queen," he replied smoothly, looking right into my eyes without flattering a single eyelash. "Settling stone still makes strange noises, regardless of what I call you."