XXII: “I had towers of journals riddled with drawings and descriptions of this place. Monsters, heroes, kingdoms, mythologies! The more rich and detailed this world became the less time I had to spend in my own. My folks worried a little but they were mostly glad I wasn’t bothering them.”
Harry leaned his head on Farinfoor as he spoke. Something about the simple gesture reeked of arrogance.
“But then something insane happened. A girl talked to me. And well, to be honest, I kinda forgot about my journals after that.”