“‘I suppose so, but you gave us all a fright.’ He smiled at his friend. ‘Well done.’ As they headed towards the harbour, Mahra hung over the side, mesmerised by all the fish swimming around the coral heads. When a turtle popped its head up above the water to watch them glide past, her hand was reaching out like a cat’s paw, dabbing at the empty air in frustration, it was all Pardigan could do to hold on to her and stop her jumping in. The Customs official pretended not to notice. Finally, as... they passed around yet another forest-covered headland, Minster harbour came into view and the crew gazed at it, spellbound. It was only as they got closer that they realised what it was that was so different. All the buildings, in fact everything, was made with trees. Not cut wood, but living trees. The jetties, the warehouses that lined the quayside, the whole town behind and houses over the hills, were all built from living trees with vines and flowers growing through them all.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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