Chapter 30“Tread softly," said Arthur, but he didn't really need to say it.
As Mavis passed through the doorway, she saw quite clearly that she had entered a place of great fragility.
Please God, don't let me sneeze in here.
The Garden of Tears lay before her, shimmering and shivering in a huge, vaulted chamber.
The Garden looked as if it were literally made of tears. Tiny droplets of clear, multicolored liquid formed blossoms of every shape and size. Each petal, each leaf, each stem, consisted of dozens or hundreds or thousands of tiny fluid beads, glistening in the glow that emanated from the walls and ceiling.
Beautiful. This might be the most beautiful place I've ever seen.
Arthur followed a path that looked like a ribbon of ice...but when Mavis followed, it wasn't the slighte
