Prologue
"The world is not a wish-granting factory." That was what it said in the book. One of my favourites. And maybe in that dimension the world is not a wish-granting factory. But not here.
Here all one must do is think or speak and the object of their desire is theirs. I mean, we have some rules, and I can't say that I haven't broken a few of them. I had to break some rules to even discover this other dimension, let alone get a copy of the Fault in our Stars. But everyone bends, if not breaks, the rules.
So many of the others have succumbed to the wishes. They have become too lazy to even take a step. They wish themselves places, they wish for money and food and clothing and shelter. I haven't, but I fear that I will. That is why I insist on breaking the rules. Because the knowledge of the other world, the books that I take from them, they are the things that keep me grounded.
I have long since lost my few friends. Nearly everyone thinks that I am ridiculous. I walk places, I exercise, I am one of the only customers at grocery stores and the like that don't wish all of my purchases to my house. I moved into a small apartment the minute I turned eighteen and I haven't looked back.
I am Delilah Evanston and this is the story of how I broke some rules, wished for some things, and met some people from a world that isn't a wish-granting factory.
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