Twenty-nine:
Haven Haywood
Toad Hall was an ancient mansion that was on the edge of the bog. It was owned by a former lord that had been turned into a toad. He had an obsession with old cars, and driving fast. He rarely left The Shadow Market, but when he did, he was a menace. So much so that everyone from Vincia to North Carolina knew about him and his exploits. He stayed in The Shadow Market the same reason most people did. It was a place to get lost in.
I walked up to the sagging porch, and rang the doorbell. There was the sound of squishing shoes, and then the door opened. Mr. Toad was a small, bulbous, green little creature who wore Victorian clothing. His dark, watery, black eyes looked up at me.
“And who might you be?”
“I’m Haven Continuar,” I lied, “I’m here to get some g
