Unsuspected by the gods, who still viewed them as little more than a fan base, the Folk had an almost inexhaustible capacity to dream, to imagine, to conjure up the most intricate, the most explicit, the most enduring of fantasies — all of which the Sorceress could weave into the makings of the most advanced army the Worlds had ever known.
This was the place from which our army would come, led by Heidi’s incantations. Beings of all kinds would be summoned there, from the fears and dreams and tears of the Folk. You see, the human race had become a reservoir of power. Unsuspected by the gods, who still viewed them as little more than a fan base, the Folk had an almost inexhaustible capacity to dream, to imagine, to conjure up the most intricate, the most explicit, the most enduring of fantasies—all of which the Sorceress could weave into the makings of the most advanced army the Worlds had ever known.
