“It's the most impossible place,” Fiona tells Robert, “Imagine
a busy market, like the one we go to in Nearsham. Now, instead of
the usual market stalls, try and picture them made out of giant
books.”
“Books?” Robert asks, mildly incredulous.
“Yes, books,” she replies, “Books of all shapes and sizes. And
not just books either, there's scrolls and magazines and parchments
and all sorts.”
“Okay,” he says, “I'm trying to picture that.”
“Now the stalls are selling everything you can imagine,” Fiona
continues, “Not just fruit and veg, meat and cheese, that sort of
thing. They're selling costumes and props from films and television,
weapons straight out of comic books, anything you can think of.”
Robert closes his eyes to concentrate. “And that's where we want
to go, is it?”
