Book3:WereMyDreamIs

ingnewandmorestimuting.”RichardandJamazlookedateachothersilently.Shethentinued,“Mygoldpaceisgrandandreallymagnifit,butitissituatedinthedeepforestssurroundedbyendlessmountains.Thewideexpanseofbluekeisspectacurbutafterawhileitallgetsold.Theyotbeparedtothevibrantandkaleidoscopiightlifehereiy.Thetwoofyoumustthinkofsomethingelseeveerestingthatwetryoutime.”HerwordswerelikecoldouredoverRichard’shead,dousingallhisardorandslowingdownhisragheart.HisheadclearedandhewascertainthiswomancamefromDimitri’sKingdomofDreams,buthehadnowayofknowiatusthere.“Whocouldshebe?”wonderedRichard.“CouldshebetheonecalledViowhoissaidtobeMr.Finger’snewbride.Butnoonehadeverseenbefore.Mr.Fingerhaddisappearedfromthefaceoftheear