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There are seven bridges between the worlds

and five of them are broken.

The sixth one has no rails to hold

and the seventh one was stole.

Captive then, the wand'ring dead,

for an epoch the world's turn.

When half way from the mortal realm,

a builder will return.

His twisted tounge will utter song,

the champion will arise,

But fallen Groundling or gentle Guard,

his choices will decide.

             - from Bridges Between the Worlds

This was sung to Edward by Mr. Spines, and is what book revolves around.