The Mirror-Marches
"A lush and stinking amber place of trees and eyed vines and orchids twining round mirror-frames."[1]
The Mirror-Marches are a region of Parabola, where the mad and lost congregate.[1]
Something Is Wrong[edit]
"A hot, orange sun hovering low in a real sky. Tangles of green foliage and the sounds of nature; little tickings and chirpings. Here and there, though, are man-made shapes and shiny surfaces; straight lines and right angles – empty frames."[2]
The Marches are a vast jungle, filled with animals, fruiting trees, and of course, mirrors.[3] They are also dotted with the occasional ruined temple of uncertain provenance.[4] The area is lit by the Skin of the Sun.[5]
The mirrors of the Marches are windows into the waking world;[3] they are as potentially dangerous as any mirror in the Neath, as they provide avenues for Fingerkings to possess unwary dreamers.[6] However, some of them are known to be connected to the Royal Bethlehem Hotel, and may thus provide refuge.[7]
