If a man's home is his castle, is a woman's heart her fortress? These poems are part autobiography and part fairy tale. They are a warning, a roadmap, a lament, a prophecy of recovery. Some poems are bricks cemented in a towering memory. Some are bricks smashing through the windows of glass houses. They are the story of a woman first saved by love; then saved from love; who learned to save herself. A Queen in exile, protecting the jewel in her crown, the child she loved more than love itself. These verses braid facts and fictions into a rope ladder to escape from the crumbling tower that she built to the sky and believed would stand forever.