It is said that scattered through Despair's domain are a multitude of tiny windows, hanging in the void. Each window looks out onto a different scene, being, in our world, a mirror. Sometimes you will look into a mirror and feel the eyes of Despair upon you, feel her hook catch and snag on your heart.
Neil GaimanName the different kinds of people,โ said Miss Lupescu. โNow.โ Bod thought for a moment. โThe living,โ he said. โEr. The dead.โ He stopped. Then, โ... Cats?โ he offered, uncertainly.
Neil GaimanI'm going to go home. Everything is going to be normal again. Boring again. Wonderful again.
Neil Gaiman