" Who are you?” “I don’t know,” the girl said. “Sometimes I think I grew up in India, but my parents both died or something, and now I need to find my secret garden, with a wall around it, and a hidden door with a key a robin will show me. The flowers grow slowly there, and they don’t change into other things.” Castine nodded and threw a helpless glance at Vickery, then looked back at the girl. “Is your name,” she asked gently, “Mary Lennox?” “I pretend it is,” the girl whispered. “Where I am, things fall out of the people’s heads, and I pick them up before the lizards can. I found Mary Lennox. "

― Tim Powers , Alternate Routes (Vickery and Castine #1)