"You've come," she said, her voice clear as a bell. "But the djinns are waking, and the castle is turning toward the wastes."
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 UГ§an Ећato – Diana Wynne Jones
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." "You've come," she said, her voice clear as a bell