What happens when Sarah accidentally crashes a goblin royal wedding and inadvertently proposes to the groom? What happens when the groom accepts? They're bound of course. After all, what's said is said. You are cordially invited to an Underground wedding!

"Do you accept a call from a Mr. Jareth Williams?" There was a reason answering machines were invented. Sarah should have never accepted the phone call from the Rochester Police Department. She certainly should have never agreed to bail a certain Goblin King out of the drunk tank. A Goblin King claiming to be her husband... But everyone knows bad decisions make for the best stories

Sarah is looking forward to the (not so) halcyon days of summer until she makes a rather imprudent wish... Caterpillars, Cub Scouts, and Goblins? Oh my! The Goblin King is going to Summer Camp.

"Why are you here?" she asked, her pulse beating frantically against the solid presence of his knife. Jareth twisted it slightly, not enough to cut but to let her know he could. He leaned into her. "Because you so cordially invited me to take what I want." Once the line has been crossed, it's already too late... Sarah should have killed the Goblin King when she had the chance.

Words have power. Woven to beguile and to ensnare - like twisted branches of a tree, with roots gone deep. They lie in shadow – filled with purpose and intent. Filled with Old magic. Sarah really should have known better. Norse gods, ancient rituals, the chase… He is through waiting. It all began with a book; it is only fitting that it should end with one. Enter the Tanglewood...