" 'Hold out your hand,' she told him, 'and I'll tell yer fortune.' He did as he was told. She put her old hand into his, and held it tightly, and then she blinked a few times, like an owl who had swallowed a mouse that was beginning to disagree with it. 'You got a long way to go...' she said, puzzled.
'London,' Richard told her.
'Not just London...' the old woman paused. 'Not any London I know.' It started to rain, then, softly. 'I'm sorry,' she said. 'It starts with doors.'
She nodded. The rain fell harder, pattering on the roofs and on the asphalt of the road. 'I'd watch out for doors if I were you.' "
|"Neverwhere" by Neil Gaiman|