The world sparkled like a broken mirror.

Halvar staggered as the final throes of the transport spell expired, starlight and smoke decaying from around him.

He held Quinn's reclining form, her moon white hair spread across his arms like a ghost's shroud, limp and colorless. Her skin felt chilled, her pulse weak—too weak.

They had made it through, just. But at what price?

The clearing they had come to was not like anywhere else on earth. They stood in the midst of forgotten magic, between ...