“They walk in a circle, you know,” Avra said absently to whoever was still standing nearby. “The … turtles?” said Julian. “Like planets, Nagasani says. Orbiting the Isles.” He twirled a finger in the air. “Like a wheel. Big wheel of haunted turtles.” “Why?” Avra considered this deeply. “Why do turtles do things? You have struck upon one of life’s conundrums, Julian. Very sexy of you.”
