The first thing I registered when I woke up was the smell of smoke and pine. The second was the heavy ache in my bones, as though I'd run for miles barefoot on stone. The third was that this wasn’t where I was just a second ago.

I opened my eyes and instead of rubble or blood surrounding me, I found myself staring up at the dark wooden beams carved with curling wolf motifs that I recognised. 

For the first time, I wasn’t disappointed with finding out I was still in the book’s world. ...