Of Subversion-: -kingdom

"The palace will send hunters," she said.

The Kingdom of Subversion wasn't marked on any honest map. Cartographers who knew better whispered that it existed in the margins, in the creases where parchment folded and truth thinned. To find it, one didn't travel east or west, but inward—sideways, through the crack in a rejected thought. -kingdom of subversion-

She turned to go back—through the crack, through the sideways step—but the jester caught her sleeve. "The palace will send hunters," she said

The jester tapped her forehead. "That's the first symptom of the old kingdom. You'll lose it here." He led her past a courthouse where the accused were always right and the judges begged for mercy. Past a library filled only with books that had been burned elsewhere. Past a well where wishes went when they were too dangerous to speak aloud. To find it, one didn't travel east or