Mundy Reimer

The Wood between the Worlds


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“It was the quietest wood you could possibly imagine. There were no birds, no insects, no animals, and no wind. You could almost feel the trees growing. The pool he had just got out of was not the only pool. There were dozens of others - a pool every few yards as far as his eyes could reach. You could almost feel the trees drinking the water up with their roots. This wood was very much alive. When he tried to describe it afterwards Digory always said, ‘It was a rich place; as rich as plum cake.’”

- C.S. Lewis, The Magician’s Nephew