"The angel nodded. 'Many secrets find their way down to me,' it said. 'Many rumours, and half truths, and echoes.' Then it turned to Richard. 'And you? What do you want, Richard Mayhew?'.
Richard shrugged. 'I want my life back. And my flat. And my job.'
'That can happen,' said the angel.
'Yeah. Right,' said Richard, flatly.
'Do you doubt me, Richard Mayhew?' asked the angel Islington.
Richard looked into its eyes. They were a luminescent grey in colour, eyes as cold as the universe, eyes that had seen galaxies congeal from stardust ten million, million years ago; and Richard shook his head. Islington smiled at him, kindly. 'It will not be easy, and you and your companions will face some very real difficulties, both in the task, and in the return. But there could be a way that we can learn: a key to all of our problems.'
It got up, and walked over to a small rock shelf, where it picked up a figurine, one of several in the shelf. It was a small black statuette depicting some kind of animal, made of volcanic glass. The angel handed it to Door. 'This will bring you safely through the last stage of your journey back to me' it said. 'The rest is up to you'.
From Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman
















