Stirring my imagination.

I am reading a book called Stardust by Neil Gaiman. I love the movie and the book was highly recommended to me. I started to read this passage and I felt goosebumps and shivers and my imagination went into over-drive.

Here is the passage. I dare you not to see magic worlds swirl through your mind as you read.

It was sometimes said that the grey-and-black mountain range which ran like a spine north to south down that part of Faerie had once been a giant, who grew so huge and so heavy that, one day, worn out from the sheer effort of moving and living, he had stretched out on the plain and fallen into a sleep so profound that centuries passed between heartbeats. This would have been a long time ago, if it ever happened, in the First Age of the world, when all was stone and fire, water and wind, and there were few left alive to put the lie to it if it was not true. Still, true or not, they called the four great mountains of the range Mount Head, Mount Shoulder, Mount Belly and Mount Knees, and the foothills to the south were known as the Feet. There were passes through the mountains, one between the head and the shoulders, where the neck would have been, and one immediately to the south of Mount Belly.
  They are the wild mountains, inhabited by wild creatures: slate-coloured trolls, hairy wild-men, strayed wodwos, mountain goats and mining gnomes, hermits and exiles and the occasional peak-witch. This was not one of the really high mountain ranges of Faerie, such as Mount Huon, on the top of which is the Stormhold but it was a hard range for lone travellers to cross nonetheless.

Wonderful,

Suzanne