I think Bobby is the most enigmatic character in Mark Taggart and the Circle of Stones, and in some ways the book is about him and his family history. This excerpt includes some insight into who Bobby is and how he thinks:
Excerpt for Bobby
Mark looked back for Bobby and found him only a stride behind. His dark brown eyes were alert and glittering with excitement and curiosity.
Mark slowed a little until Bobby came alongside. “What do you think, Bobby?”
Bobby shrugged and kept walking.
“What do you reckon is going to happen with us?” Mark pressed.
“Well,” Bobby said, his eyes taking on a warm glow as they aimed at the girl who continued to lead them briskly along a path visible only to her, “Eunice says we are meant to be here, Mark.”
“But what does it mean, a place between universes?”
“I don’t know. I feel like I’m walking in the Dreamtime.” Bobby was referring to the Aboriginal creation myths. These stories described how life began only life was beginning now and every moment rather than at some time in the past. It was confusing, but the way Mark’s dad explained it to him, it was something like going to another place the way you do in a dream. But it was an important place, unlike ordinary dreams. Plus, going there was something the clever people in his culture did while awake. This other place, the Dreamtime, fed life in some way. It was the job of the clever people to explain things to the others, important things, like where the water was.
“I didn’t know you could do that. Have you done that?”
Bobby shook his head. “But I’ve heard of it a lot.”
“But this can’t be Dreamtime.”
“I wouldn’t be here.”
Bobby laughed, and Mark realized it was the first time he’d ever heard that. He felt a little cheered by this. But he also wanted to know more about where they might be.
“How can we be in the middle of a myth?”
Bobby made a sweeping gesture toward the lands that surrounded them, so much like Rocklea, yet more vibrant and alive. “Look around you. What do you see?”
“It looks like home only—”
“Only what?” The way Bobby was staring at him made Mark uncomfortable.
“That’s pretty much how it works, how I’ve been told. Things start out the way they’re supposed to be here. It’s like a model. Perfection, with enough water and the animals in harmony with the plants. But in our world, this model gets distorted…out of balance…unless the humans there are very careful. My people were careful and lived in harmony with the cycles of the land for tens of thousands of years.”