around the edge of that clearing stood a series of roughly squared-off blocks of stone , each of them about , twice the height of a tail man . he 'd never do anything to compromise it . '' dont look at it , i said , shuffling forward , being dragged by the huge animal . `` was something wrong with the spinach ? '' it flew in and out , weaving it through the branches overhead . we pause at the edge of a street , our backs pressed against the brick walls of a building . 