Anthony Doerr Quote
A fourth door, and a fifth, on and on until you reach a thirteenth, a little locked door no bigger than a shoe. The children lean forward. And then? Behind the thirteenth door—the guide flourishes one of his impossibly wrinkled hands—is the Sea of Flames. Puzzlement. Fidgeting. Come now. You’ve never heard of the Sea of Flames?
Anthony Doerr
A fourth door, and a fifth, on and on until you reach a thirteenth, a little locked door no bigger than a shoe. The children lean forward. And then? Behind the thirteenth door—the guide flourishes one of his impossibly wrinkled hands—is the Sea of Flames. Puzzlement. Fidgeting. Come now. You’ve never heard of the Sea of Flames?