ALL MIRRORS ARE MAGIC MIRRORS
Haven’t you always secretly wanted to own a daemon, maybe a beautiful tiger cub, and have a magical uncle, perhaps called Lord Asriel? Or to follow a talking white rabbit, dressed in a smart jacket with a watch in its waistcoat pocket, down a rabbit hole? Or visit the valley where dragons live and ride on its back, high among the clouds? Or be a Stravagante, able to slip back through time to sixteenth-century Talia?
Far, far away from everyday stuff,
