Jennet settled in the sim-chair and glanced over at Tam. Helmet and gloves on, he was leaning forward like a free-faller about to jump.
“Ready?” she asked.
Please, let nothing go wrong. She had the twisting feeling that Feyland was a trap, waiting to spring. They shouldn’t be doing this - but she didn’t have any other options.
“Ready,” he said. His voice was full of anticipation that she couldn’t share.
“All right. See you in there.” She pulled down the visor of her helm and entered the game.
WELCOME TO FEYLAND.
The words scrolled across her vision, flared, then burned down to nothing. She braced herself for the transition, that queasy, whirling golden light that marked full entry into the game.
When the light stopped spinning, she was standing in a ring of pale mushrooms. Tam was b
