Mail Order: Chapter 17MAIL ORDERChapter SeventeenWhen Ceraline and Laurewen came through the portal into the Hall of Speakers from the Plane of Air, they both looked around with a smile. It was good to finally be home. Lilyglade followed a couple seconds later, and although she didn’t think of Sigil the same way her friends did, she was also glad to be back. The City of Doors might be dank and wet and smell bad, but at least it wasn’t boring. The Boundless Blue had proven to be incredibly dull. Apart from the one elemental pocket from the Quasielemental Plane of Lightning and the citadel belonging to Dis Blak, they’d encountered virtually nothing at all in the month they’d spent in the Blue. Plenty of fluffy clouds and as much fresh air as you could want, but that was it. Not one single monster or interesting event. Not even any more elemental pockets. If it hadn’t been for the crew to interact with, they would’ve gone mental from boredom.
Mail Order: Chapter 16MAIL ORDERChapter SixteenThree days later Garadun was on the move again, having come up with yet another one of his ideas. He was the first to admit that his mind worked in weird ways. Being on the world of Great Ocean had got him thinking about Prime worlds, which got him thinking about Earth and then Shou Lung, which somehow led him to thinking about Ceraline, which surprisingly had got him thinking about her father. Ceraline had no idea who her father was. Her mother had never told her much about him, other than he was a human from the Prime Material. Garadun knew it bothered her, and she rarely talked about the man because if she did it usually got her upset. The very first time she had told him about her father and her mother’s refusal to tell her anything about him, it had gotten on Garadun’s nerves. Her mother’s attitude was, in his mind, petty and stupid and selfish. Why shouldn’t Ceraline know who her father was? Eve
Mail Order: Chapter 15MAIL ORDERChapter FifteenThere was no mistaking the Big Tangle once you arrived. As cluttered, thick, overgrown and shadowy as the Tanglewood Forest was, it was open and bright and airy compared to the Big Tangle. The forest was filled with oak, ash, maple, birch and pine, among others. Here there were no trees, not as such. In the Big Tangle were only the roots of trees; roots so gargantuan they were as broad as trees themselves (often even greater than that) and forming a canopy so thick it was like walking in a series of caverns. Even at midday the light was dim and gloomy. A few vines and creepers wound their way around the roots, with mushrooms and fungi here and there, but that was about it. And truth be told the roots weren’t those of many trees, but one tree alone. The greatest tree in all the multiverse. These were the roots of Yggdrasil, the World Ash, whose roots and branches spanned across the planes of existence; from the d