When he told me of his wonderful magic land, I didn't believe it.

First she didn't really believe this was a magic land.

The whole of a city's history could be read from its illustrated walls, in that magic land.

This may be magic land to you, but to me it's the salt mines.

Obviously this magic land was losing some of its appeal.

David decided not to try to tell what the kids had seen, because it simply wasn't remarkable, in this magic land.

But of course things could be instant, in this magic land.

He was catching on to the rules of her magic land.

That seemed just crazy enough to suit this magic land.

"I have come to understand a little about your magic land," he said.