" They walk several more minutes in silence, Rex slowing with each step, and soon they are at the edge of Camp Five. Woodsmoke, a rumbling generator, the Chinese flag. The reek of the latrines. All around them the little hunched trees whisper. Zeno can see a darkness seize Rex, then slowly release him. “I know why those librarians read the old stories to you,” Rex says. “Because if it’s told well enough, for as long as the story lasts, you get to slip the trap. "
― Anthony Doerr , Cloud Cuckoo Land