byFrostflower saw that she had failed again to find the way back to the Tanglelands. Moments before, Dathru’s Circle had shown what seemed an ideal destination: a retreat of her homeworld’s sorceri. Now, as she, Thorn, and Dowl stepped through the portal, the scene altered. The surrounding mountains remained, but the retreat turned into a few straggling rows of squat, dark houses. She knew of no sorceri who built so perilously close to the cliff’s edge.
“Well,” said Thorn, “at least we should be able to get a meal, a bed, and a quiet place where you can study what went wrong this time. If we’re lucky, maybe even a bath.”
The sorceress sighed, wondering how long it would take to unravel Dathru’s mischief. He had brought them somehow into his own world, and Frostflower had been trying ever
