" The Goblin King moved closer. His hand cupped my chin, and I raised my eyes to his multicolored gaze. "I shall enjoy playing with you," he said in a low voice. He bent down, and the touch of his breath against my lips was cold.
Viel Glück, Elisabeth.
Then he was gone. "

― S. Jae-Jones , Wintersong (Wintersong, #1)