જ⁀➴ THE LABYRINTH : ACT OF MERCY
❝ 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯? ❞
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When Eleanor steps into the Goblin King's labyrinth, she expects a nightmare and finds a covenant: walls that move, clocks with a thirteenth tooth, and a city that runs on hunger and rumor. To bring a stolen boy home, she bargains the only thing the maze will take.
Jareth, the king condemned to keep the labyrinth alive by feeding it piece by piece, is monster and penitent in one body. He is all sharp grace and terrible tenderness, a ruler learning, too late, how to love without devouring. His rooms are traps, his mercy costs blood, and his gaze is a vow Eleanor never asked for.
Through drowned wheat and obscene fountains, butchered hospitality and mirrored waltzes, Eleanor refuses to die the way the maze prefers: quietly. At the heart of the castle, where stairs climb sideways and doors argue with gravity, she wins the boy's freedom and binds herself to a promise that tastes of iron.
There was never a crueler monster or a fiercer sailor than Davy Jones.
The man who condemned lost souls to the cursed Flying Dutchman, forced to serve under him for an eternity.
The man who commanded the deadly sea beast to devour any ship that dared to sail on the open sea, then afterwards killing any man who survived such wreckage.
The man who bound the sea goddess herself in her bones.
So how could a man so vile and heartless allow himself to crumble at the feet of a woman?
"She may seem mortal, boy...but there is more to her that meets the eye."