CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
I gaped up at the impressive stone structure. “Wow.”
He nodded. “The gates are the namesake of the mountain, though the name has been corrupted over the centuries. Nobody’s quite sure how they succeeded in perfectly fitting the stones together. Some people suggest a race of giants helped them.”
I whipped my wide eyes up to him. “Do those exist?”
He grinned. “Only in tales told by firelight.”
Ros led me forward and into the shadows of the gate. Our footsteps rang out loud and clear against the immovable walls, and I was glad to be out of it. The way opened up onto a flagstone path that stretched left and right along a circular walk that stretched clear around the many miles of metropolis. The way also led forward and down into the round basin, and on its journ
