I was tired, so tired, as I entered the veil and slid along the rubbery membrane toward the Stronghold plane. But I couldn't stop. There wasn't time to lag, get some sleep, not for me. Even more now I was determined to stop Erica and Belaisle from depopulating North America's witch compliment if it meant killing my mother's oldest friend myself.

I stepped out into the cool quiet of the Stronghold a moment later, hand reaching for the wall as all ...