“Kid was born in Scuttle Cove,” said Avra. “Has no concept of a normal turtle. Thinks the natural size for a turtle to be is really fucking big. Island-sized.” “Beg pardon?” said Julian. “Turtles,” said Avra insistently, staring harder into the dark. “Huge fuckoff turtles. Sometimes, turtles on top of turtles. Why? Who knows. Presumably they fuck. Old shipwrecks and ghosts on top, then reefs, and then turtles all the way down.” There was a pause. “I think I have fundamentally misunderstood the scale of the turtles,” said Julian.
