Bordertown is a neighborhood on the edge, in the interstices between our world and the realm of magic, the Elflands – home to the lost, the artists and runaways, queers, rebels and dreamers of two worlds. A mixture of technology and magic, of monsters both human and not, of dreams that become real and reality relaxing its hold. Of elves, home brewers, poets and nightclub owners. Sometimes you can get in and sometimes you can’t. Sometimes it is just around the corner. Sometimes you can’t get out. A bohemian enclave for the human and non-human.
San Francisco has always been a bit Bordertown, and this figure sitting on the steps in the Palace of Fine Arts and muttering to himself seemed to have drifted in from one of the stranger areas – where they have kickass hooded leather coats.
Bordertown. Once a normal American city, now a perilous nexus between the World and returned Elfland. From the banks of the addictive Mad River to the all-night clublands where young elves and humans fight and play, all the way up to glittering dragon’s Tooth Hill, where high society seals itself away from the street–this is no city to trifle with.
Bordertown. A place of hidden magic, flamboyant artists, runaway teenagers, and pagan motorcycle gangs. The city you always knew was there.
(via Powell’s Books)