“Neither knew what had called them here. When they had offered up their strongest desire, to go home, they had not meant to be lead to a long abandoned dwelling of the lesser race. And why here? They were dragons, not masons. They couldn’t rebuild this . . . whatever it was, and they certainly couldn’t fit into it. Rediculous! Mother had always said to trust the ancestors, but by now they were entirely conviced that the ancestors were a bunch of pranksters.” – Emily Kinney, author of The Island of Lote