“The road wants you to go to the city.” “The road? Wants . . . me?” I rubbed my head in confusion. “It wants everyone. That’s what it’s for. The road’s been here longer than any of us. There’s deep magic in there—magic even she doesn’t understand. Some people think it has a mind of its own. It wants you to go to the city, but it doesn’t like to make the trip easy.”
I like this idea of the road being a living entity drawing people toward a destination.
