“But...”
my wife was clearly perplexed.
“Let me
try to explain,” Oak continued. “Nothing in the Weave is real,
it is all made up, imagined, dreamt. And in those places where it
touches the Warp, reality becomes...” He paused, obviously looking
for the right words. “Imagine that the Warp is a block of ice,”
he continued, “and the Weave is fire. What happens when the two
meet?”
“The ice
melts?” Mary asked.
“Exactly!”
Oak was triumphant. “And that's what happens when the Warp meets
the Weave. Reality melts.”
I wasn't
standing for this. “Don't talk rubbish,” I said, “Reality
can't melt.”
“No, of
course not,” Oak replied, “But it can become more fluid.”
