"I'll take your word on that," Hickey laughs. After all, it's not like he knows what an Earthsea is. So he'll follow Quentin wherever the man leads them.
He takes him into the fantasy section- fantasy written on Earth in his era, and then finds the slim volume, A Wizard of Earthsea, which he presents to him ceremoniously.
"It's fantasy- not a real world. But it was written about twenty years before I was born."
Hickey idly flips through the book. Honestly, he's not sure if he's going to like this. But he definitely knows that he's at least going to read enough that he can bullshit if Quentin asks him about this later.
Because while Hickey might not like the book, he definitely likes the idea of winning one of the wardens to his side.
"I'll give you a heads-up once I've finished the book," he says, with a little nod. "Thanks."
"Enjoy," says Quentin, with a helpless little smile, "I mean- if it turns out to be your kind of thing. I think it's a beautiful book, but I know my tastes aren't everyone's cup of tea."
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Says Quentin, sensibly;
"I always just end up regressing towards the mean that is Earthsea, but it's never steered me wrong. Come on- I know where they shelve LeGuin."
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"It's fantasy- not a real world. But it was written about twenty years before I was born."
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Because while Hickey might not like the book, he definitely likes the idea of winning one of the wardens to his side.
"I'll give you a heads-up once I've finished the book," he says, with a little nod. "Thanks."
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