I'm not sure what I was expecting. Thunderclaps and lightning and doom coming down on me, maybe. Instead, I rubbed my arms against the subtle chill in the air, feet sliding over dry grass and onto a graveled path. I turned to look back, over the shining land the queen maintained as her reality, Bronagh already gone from view, before spinning back to compare.

Not dismal, not really. Just duller, unglamoured. Ordinary. Trees dotted the distance, a riverbank not far away, likely ...