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" There were rules, laws, principles that governed everything, rules, laws, and principles that controlled every falling raindrop, every whirl of an electron, every frolicking ghost. These laws he understood better than most, and those laws said this place could not be. A pocket universe containing material aspects of the mundane, mortal world was one thing, but it was the presence of an artefact of the Dreamlands in the same place that put it all awry. It was tantamount to an electrical cell having two positives, or a planet failing to generate any gravitational pull; it simply could not happen.
There were, then, principles to which he was not privy, and to which he had never guessed at, and which he did not begin even to understand how he might understand. Not only had he built his house of science upon shifting sands, so had everybody else.
Yes, he was frightened. "
― Jonathan L. Howard , The Fall of the House of Cabal (Johannes Cabal, #5)