Tour Guide

The thing you have to understand about the Black is that there is no here, there.  You cannot cross over by standing in a graveyard at midnight and muttering the right Latin, or passing through the back door of a dingy pub only ghosts and drunkardss know how to find.  The Black cannot be penetrated simply by desire. The Black is not a location and it is not a static thing relevant to the laws of the larger world.  It lays over London like the coal smoke of the Industrial Revolution, an aged and battered reflection of what you pass on the street each day.  The Black is across a street in the fog and around the corner where the streetlamp has burned out.  Because no one cares to see it, no one does. You may get to the Black if you know the...