She could imagine the entire land of Whisperwood and yet not see herself in a city that already existed. In London there were no wide open pastures and the river was choked with ships and litter. In London there were no daily sketches under the door and no schoolwork at a round table in the living room where a fire often blazed in the hearth. In London there was no Harry, and that felt impossible for now he was… what was he?
