"I scampered up onto the ceiling, checked and double-checked my anchoring, and lowered myself by one shining, silvery thread..."

Cuddles dropped the goblin ear and launched himself at Rumplestiltskin, bowling the little fiend to the ground...

Isabelle, certain that the ancient looking goblin would be dead by the time she had her first child, hastily agreed. Anything to keep her...

Suddenly, unexpectedly, she laughed. Who else had a father who was so short that he had to reach up on tip-toe to smack her? Who else had...