I just finished reading The City of Dreaming Books. It was completely perfect in ever way, and I’m absolutely convinced that the dinosaur who wrote it was under the influence of the Orm.
A few more of my favorite lines:
"Oh, you can’t miss it. It’s signposted. There’s a corpse sitting outside."
"A mummified body. It looks a bit like…But you’ll see what I mean when we get there."
"Are mysterious allusions a legitimate literary device?" I demanded slyly.
"No. Only second-rate authors make use of them to hold their readers’ attention. Why do you ask?"
And that’s the end of the chapter.
It’s so wonderful! I’m so happy!
As a sort of amazing footnote, I had to undergo a bit of a quest to even get my hands on this book in the first place. It took me several months.