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Published July 1, 2020
"Who," he panted, "the hell is Pat?" "The castle," said Dave. "Odd name for a castle," grumbled Chad. "Really?" said Dave, a bolt of surprisingly intense fury flashing through him. "And I suppose Chad is an entirely normal name for a Spartan?" Dave blinked in confusion, clamping his mouth shut. That had been odd. It was strange, but he had never thought of that before. Chad, Dave, and Phil had always seemed to him to be perfectly normal Spartan names. But now that he thought about it - really thought about it - wasn't there something...well, odd, about their names?””"
"Stories are everything," she said at last, so quietly Phil almost couldn't hear her. "What?" he asked, not sure if he had misheard her. "They are everything," she said, louder this time. "Stories. They are at the heart of everything. You and me. This castle. This whole world, and every other world, and every world that ever was." … "It is all stories," said Leena. "Stories within stories. Stories - vast quantities of them, unimaginable quantities, frothing and tumbling, bursting through the great river of the Universe." "Which is known," put it Count Shrew, "as the Storystream."”
“This seemed like a sensible idea, even to Phil, whose philosophy usually was touch now, worry about transmogrification later.”
“Dave glanced towards the white door he had entered through, and was almost entirely unsurprised to find it had closed itself. That was exactly the sort of thing that happened to you when you let yourself wander into an evil, sinister development. He really should have known better.”