There was once a strange and magical world, hidden not in the cracks and shadows of what we know, but in family and friends, in the old man lingering at the street corner and in the woman seen in passing on the train. It is where the fantastic brushes up against our reality. It is not simply one story, nor is there one hero. This is about Jonathan and the things he says, about Gabriela and the dead, Quincey and the moon. This is about the life Emet never lived, and about Elizabeth's record of it all. Though all are heroes and villains in their own tales, they bleed and spread, touch each other's lives, until it takes the whole to understand the part.