"I think I saw an anthology when I was in the Warehouse, once. This brick of a book---had to have a hundred of his stories. I'll see if I can't find it for you sometime soonish." It would have to be 'soonish,' since Sam couldn't remember exactly where in the Warehouse she'd seen it... and the stacks were so many. "If I had the opportunity, I'd take you to another, since you seem to be enjoying this bonfire quite a bit. When I was in university, there'd usually be one accompanying the ill-advised Gopher Hill Grand Prix, but we'll get to that."

The adept looked at Elsa, slightly surprised and entirely earnest.

"I do want to know, though."