Prologue: 
London opened her eyes, rubbing them as they adjusted to the darkness surrounding her. A forest blinked into existence, casting dark shadows on the leaf strewn ground. Branches brushed London's hair. Wind whistled past her ears, and she felt a slight chill in the air.
As if a long forgotten dream, London recalled an area similar to this forest. A version of the wood but dancing in sunshine, instead of clouded in darkness. Plants that grew in bright patches....

The Ice chimes in the biting cold. Sparkling in shades of white and blue, melted together in the form of ice that waves in the wind as it hangs from the roof. 
More snow blows in from the blizzard, catches on the hanging icicles melting them into sharp points.
But then the snow softens, stopping and letting the sun peep through the heavy clouds.
The iced starts to melt, the water dripping from the icicle forming a puddle on the ground,...

Creating worlds is something that we do every time we sit down to write. It is fascinating how we can build a whole world in which every detail is known from its name to the population of people.

We can create anything as far as our imagination will let us.  
 
We start with a little seedling of an idea that we can use to make an entire galaxy. And in that galaxy are worlds with animals and human beings...

You say “don’t judge a book by its cover.”

But how am I supposed to do that when you won’t show me the pages.

All I see is your cover, your mask that makes you into something your not.

How am I supposed to see past it if that’s all I see.

I know inside that you are beautifully gilded with gold and light. 

Uncreased pages full of meaning and life.

A beauty that if shown would be the amazement...