This Scepter'd Isle
“He fixed his mind on Logres . . . on Gating to Logres . . . blessed Dannae, how he wanted to get to Logres! . . . . . . and spilled out into a swirling mist so thick that he could barely make out Harry and the larger bulk of Miralys.The elvensteed, solid again, dropped to his knees, bearing Denoriel down.But a moment later, he shook himself, and then got to his feet. Denoriel no longer felt cold and empty. Mwynwen's spell was working again. He heard Miralys snort—a nice energetic snort."Where... are we now, Lord Denno?" Harry asked cheerfully. "I don't think this is where you wanted to go either—but it's almost like home. London has fogs like this. Are we back in London?""I'm afraid not, Harry." Denoriel picked up the saddle. "Here, let's just step down—careful, there should be a sort of platform. Now hold on to me and don't let go. A foot away and I couldn't see you in this mist. We're in what's called the Unformed lands. If I were a strong enough magician, I could build a whole world in here.""Are we going to stay here while you build a world?" the boy asked.Denoriel sighed.MoreLess
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