Oxford is notorious for people stumbling into strange other worlds: girls tumbling down burrows or through mirrors; children finding adventures via cupboards; portals parked among trees on the Ring Road.
Total bunkum! thought Jake, stalking disdainfully down High Street. The product of troubled imaginations stimulated by posh boarding schools and monotheism, he huffed.
A tap on his arm called him from his reverie. A swarthy dwarf with green hair peered up, looking lost.
“’scuse me, mate. Can you tell me where I am? You see, I was walking in the Twinkling Woods and I fell down this hole ...”
Total bunkum! thought Jake, stalking disdainfully down High Street. The product of troubled imaginations stimulated by posh boarding schools and monotheism, he huffed.
A tap on his arm called him from his reverie. A swarthy dwarf with green hair peered up, looking lost.
“’scuse me, mate. Can you tell me where I am? You see, I was walking in the Twinkling Woods and I fell down this hole ...”
