The Arkansas River
"A soft, benevolent rain draws a curtain around the marina. Diesel trains rumble low and heavy along the waterfront. Their horns echo down the valley, and the trestle creaks under their weight. Forgotten cups of peppermint tea cool on the dresser as dreams from far, far away arrive one after the other. This is where we are. This is Spadra."
--Chapter 11: Spadra, A Fantasy