That night, Abdullah whispered a tentative command to the rug. To his shock, it rose. It didn't just hover; it lunged through his window, carrying him past the minarets of Zanzib and high into the cold, starry night. He wasn't heading for a destination he knew; he was being pulled toward the —the Flying Castle.
One evening, a stranger wrapped in a cloak of shifting sand offered him a threadbare rug. "This," the stranger whispered, "will take you where your heart belongs, provided your heart is brave enough to stay there." Uçan Şato – Diana Wynne Jones
With a deep breath, he stepped off his rug and onto the glowing pearl floor, ready to face whatever magic—or mischief—awaited him in the halls of the moving sky. Editions for Castle in the Air | The StoryGraph That night, Abdullah whispered a tentative command to