Chapter 2
The Gleave Family Lodge
The Gramarye Region
Grand Quillia
June 1856
The path leading from Aspic Lane was well tended, gravelled with enough room for a large carriage to enter. The trees hung over the path making a glass tunnel, and as the sky bruised and the sun dipped, the Glasslands turned a warm ruby red.
“This really is...” Elena caught herself.
“...magical,” Teddy said, pausing to take in the whole environment.
“I can imagine retiring here,” confided Pinkerton, “...if the service weren’t so abysmal, I mean.”
“Why haven’t the Humps come back, Professor?” Teddy asked, feeling a little more secure with the familiar feeling of swept gravel beneath his feet.
“The good thing about Humps is they’re not as stupid as they look. They are just as petrified by the Wonder as..,
