After a while, they came to a wide ledge that led to a low point in a wide meadow, suspended in the middle of a sea of clouds visible in the distance. It was as if an artist had decided to paint only part of the canvas, leaving the rest untouched. As for the houses, most of them looked a little strange. They looked like real log cabins, spacious and comfortable. Any one of them could’ve easily belonged to the chief of a village or town in the mortal world, if not the ruler of a very large city.
But at the same time, each of them had details that gave them away as fakes. Some had a stone staircase instead of a porch; some had a castle weathervane instead of a chimney; and others had a moat and a real barbican in front of the house, only in miniature. Hadjar counted about three dozen of the
