The lobby
The chandelier, the staircase, the desk and its bell.
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The lobby
A stately old lobby under a chandelier that lights everything a sparkling white. A grand staircase climbs to the higher floors, and corridors lead off in every direction.
- “a chandelier the size of a car” (Prologue)
- “the Persian carpet was plush under her feet” (Prologue)
- You never see the porter.
Doors
- To the desk
- A door to a floor for readers past Ch 5 (set your chapter)
- A door to a floor for readers past Ch 6 (set your chapter)
- A door to a floor for readers past Ch 9 (set your chapter)
- A door to a floor for readers past Ch 7 (set your chapter)
The desk
The reception desk, a slab of solid oak with a scalloped green lamp on top. A brass bell sits on it, and tonight a warm cup someone has left for you.
- “about the size of a rowboat” (Prologue)
- “A bell went ding.” (Prologue)
[the bell rings]
Nobody can cross. It's a novel. Sleep is for sleeping.
- The green lamp on the desk.
- A warm cup on the desk.
- Letters and things left at the desk.