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“He was standing by the edge of a small pool- not more than ten feet from side to side- in a wood. The trees grew close together and were so leafy that he could get no glimpse of the sky. All the light was green light that came through the leaves: but there must have been a very strong sun overhead, for this green daylight was bright and warm. It was the quietest wood you could possibly imagine. There were no birds, no insects, no animals, and no wind. You could almost feel the trees growing. The pool he had just got out of was not the only pool. There were dozens of others- a pool every few yards as far as his eyes could reach. You could almost feel the trees drinking the water up with their roots. This wood was very much alive. When he tried to describe it afterwards Digory always said, "It was a rich place; as rich as plum cake.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Magician’s Nephew

“Driving your car through deep pools of flood water is a great way of making your car unreliable. Smart people turn around and avoid it.”
― Steven Magee

“It’s drier than I thought it would be.â€�

“That isn’t saying much,â€� the shape-shifter griped, wrapping the waterlogged coat more securely around her frame. “We’ve absorbed enough water to be classified as vernal pools.”
― Nenia Campbell, Dragon Queen

“Many of the nobilities are exceedingly fond of the Hanging Pools, where the river Brightmist spills down a ravine and forms a series of crystalline ponds, perfect for bathing in. And then there is the forest of Wildwood and its bog, hunting grounds forbidden to all but the monarchy and our chosen companions, where one finds uncommonly large boars and the rarest species of deer, which possess antlers of pure silver...”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Compendium of Lost Tales