The — Goblin's Pet Aphrodite

But his prized possession, the crown jewel of his wretched existence, sat in the center of the cavern on a pedestal of petrified wood.

"Beauty is not in the stone, little goblin," she said, kneeling so she was eye level with him. "It is in the gaze of the beholder. You saw a goddess in cold rock. You loved what no one else would love. You gave a heart to the heartless." the goblin's pet aphrodite