The shiver bringing chill of a dark powdery night. Flurries of flakes painting the world white. The moon does shine, although we barely know. Such is the world, when in winter's snow.

If you dare to be caught, well I pity your plight. Look for a yellow inn, it should be on the right. Just like the bears, the house will be asleep. Tip-toe up a stair and over to room three.

In the dark we find a tiny desk light. That of the Reader, which always shines bright. Come closer, and relax but you must not make a sound. Grab a blanket, hot chocolate, and sit down.

What is it you prefer? Romance, Mystery, or both? Do not fret, the Reader has it all in wrote. Turn the first page, and there you will find. The world of the Reader, right in your mind.