Last night I saw my sister, who is dead. She stood at the end of a long corridor, weeping. "Can it really be you, Ariadne, come back after all this time?" I whispered. She did not answer, but began slowly to sink through the floor.
Princess Xenodice is content to spend her days tending to the animals in the royal menagerie, haunting the workshop of a beautiful young man named Icarus, and visiting her brother who lives in the Labyrinth. Her safe and privileged world, however, has ominous cracks underfoot.